blood mixed with water

Karley



I sit in the shower, contemplating life or death;

I rock back and forth,

trying to see my worth,

I tremble with each breath;

 

can someone please come to pull me back to earth?

I feel as if I'm flying,

while I start bleeding,

the feeling fills me with mirth;

 

my blood mixes with the warm water I sulk in;

the water, like my mind, has been taken over,

no one comes to her, to rescue her,

not only do I die physically, I've died within.

 

with my few moments left I grab my paper and pen,

ink bleeds into the paper,

my wrists bleed against the razor,

what happens when they see a corpse in the tub? what happens then?

 

will my death be considered selfish?

will I even be remembered?

perhaps my death will be misrendered.

perhaps my death, people would relish.

 

the water, like my mind, is no longer clear,

I couldn't find a way to escape from this world,

now this dreadful world looks whorled,

just like my blood mixed with the water.

  • Author: Karley (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 12th, 2024 07:54
  • Comment from author about the poem: not the best ik ik I rushed the last two stanzas but everything else wasn't
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  • 2781

    "But one of the soldiers with a spear pierced his side, and forthwith came there out blood and water."

    • Karley

      "And again another scripture saith, They shall look on him whom they pierced."

      • 2781

        At that day you shall know that I am in the Father, and ye in me, and I in you.



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