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.
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Author:
Salem (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 2nd, 2024 07:55
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Comments5
Here is a beautiful expression for a need for space and some great lines starting with the first two. Very nicely done. Loved it.
There is nothing more soothing than getting lost in a bath. One can get too lost, however.
I was browsing .. stopped here and fell in love with poetry all over again ..
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.
Just lovely. We need to have our soul at rest in whatever way that works. Good Job
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