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i stand there with the water beating down like a boiling torrential rain
i wonder why i cant get this water hot enough to burn away the pain

why it won't burn away this flesh in my rage
that holds me, and will not let me go, like a cage

i ponder the reason why the beating of the water on my back
will not drown out the sound of my beating heart's attack

i wish for the iambic pentameter of my own flesh to halt
then my true thoughts and my true place may i exalt

i know as sure as this heat on my head does not burn
that an icy spray will effect me much in the same turn

so many loves come and gone
yet still to some i or they do hold on

it does not ease this sorrow and my woes
though the water burns me, in my soul i feel frigid from head to toe