My back to the wall i s
L
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d
e down to the floor with a thud
I look at my surroundings White Walls Shiny Porcelin A curtain of pathetic
Fish
This is My refuge, my pitiful drab refuge
I look at the faucet and realize it is just like me
Trying to GLEAM with all its might....I say cold the water is cold
I say hot, it changes its demeanor and the WARMTH GUSHES out in a strong steady stream
It does all it can to please....all it can to bring a smile to a face, But is always
ALWAYS underappreciated
The one flaw it has, iit is always nice, the faucet LEAKS kindness and hope.
the faucet leaks, the drop falls slowly and hits its fate, that porcelin bowl, with so much force
Drip
drip
drip
I turn my head and see that melancholy door again I must
go out and face that Dreary WoRlD again
I feel a tear. a single
Solitary
Tear DROP to my cheek
I wipe it away and turn off the light of Hope for the Faucet
i LEAVE THE FAUCET IN DARK CONFING sILENCE
just as YOU LeFt ME