(I can stay here) For a while.

Weep little lion girl

The floor of my bathroom is a grave

I visit there sometimes to bury myself

Head under the water and I can finally breathe

No hearts to beat in this room of fantasy

Grimy tiles: so beautiful at the end

time will turn and the world will pass

And I’ll have to return eventually

But for now I don’t exist

I wait to be found

fretted over pointlessly

Warm tears in my mothers eyes

Make me smile

To know it’s all over now.

I can stay here for a while.

  • Author: Salem (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 2nd, 2024 07:55
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Here is a beautiful expression for a need for space and some great lines starting with the first two. Very nicely done. Loved it.

  • Thoughtless

    There is nothing more soothing than getting lost in a bath. One can get too lost, however.

  • Neville



    I was browsing .. stopped here and fell in love with poetry all over again ..

  • Cassie58

    The bath is a fine place to drown your worries and to find some peace. Too much time in it doesn’t do your skin much good:) I very much like what you have written here. Good job.

  • Dan Williams

    Just lovely. We need to have our soul at rest in whatever way that works. Good Job



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