Finally privacy thanks to the locked door,
I collapse comfortably on the bathroom floor
No more yelling beyond the walls and creeks,
I can enjoy the silence and suffer in peace
Off with the lights and tucked under a towel to dry,
maybe just 30 minutes I'll lay before I arise
The trauma has stepped outside and locked door,
and now I'm comfortably laying on the cold, cement tiles, curled up,
on the bathroom floor
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Author:
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Offline) - Published: January 17th, 2022 17:50
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
I understand this poem. Sometimes you just need that time to reflect on the situation. Excellent write.
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