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An Umbrella In My Shower

I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.

Umbrella Umbrella

Umbrella Umbrella

The water falls, but i wasn’t clean

The sounds of scorn, damaged dreams

I burn in and out, i needed cool

Humiliated and laughed at, the color of a fool

Suddenly my anxiety erupted, I sulked to a shadow

My chest sunk like a head on a soft pillow

I wanted to wash away the scorn, but there was an umbrella in the shower

I couldn’t close it, it held so much power

I cried and held my stomach in, the pain intense

Why was I even born, this made no sense

I fell to my knees in prayer, but God stayed silent

Maybe he just never understood my accent

I then thought of a rainbow, a peaceful view

As my soul disappeared like the morning dew.

© 2020 Clive Williams