To Bathe in Peace

Anna Colette

When I take a bath,

I lose my senses 

I stare at nothingness 

While the drip... drip of the faucet keeps me grounded 

For I cannot close my eyes or I will drift away.

I dunk underwater, wishing to be surrounded by the warmth 

And the tap... tap always sounds

I wonder where it comes from 

Maybe it's my imagination,

So I quickly emerge and breathe heavily

I cannot take baths in peace 

For my mind is far greater than any force. 

  • Author: Anna Colette (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 3rd, 2021 20:52
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  • Paul Bell

    Sounds like your mind is in overdrive, and strangely enough, the relaxing bath that is supposed to help you has just added to the problem.



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