Forty Minute Shower

Lindsay-nvn

I let the water drip

and drip

and drip until I turn away

Until the tears run

and run

and run down as well

I stay inside for minutes

and minutes

and minutes until I'm wrinkly

I hold the razor in my hand and shake

and shake

and shake until it falls

My parents come to the door and knock,

and knock,

and knock until I speak

I sit on top of the drain and cry

and cry

and cry until I forget where I am

I look up into the water and breathe hard

and harder

and harder until I have no more

I stand up to turn the water off and stare

and stare

and stare until I turn and step out

I look into the mirror and think,

and think

and think, not today

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BRIAN & ANGELA November 18th, 2017 15:43
WOW LINDSAY ~ This is an awesome first poem ~ Perfectly balanced triplets and a Subject that is Bold but bad and Strong but Sad. The shower is (normally) a lonely place and there is always TIME to CONTEMPLATE ! Water drips ~ tears run ~ minutes fly ~ hand shakes ~ razor falls (I never shave in the shower in case the razor slips !) cry & cry ~ breath harder ~ stop & stare ~ look & think ~ NOT TODAY ! This is a wonderful Poem to recite and ~thankfully ~ all's well that ends well and not down the well (plughole) ! I trust this is theoretical and not actual ~ you are much to young and beautiful to die ~ and I know from experience the effect it has on Family & Friends ! Thanks for scaring ~ more please ~ Yours BRIAN (UK)
Moom November 18th, 2017 15:55
Woah. I have definitely been somewhere near this before. Really spoke to me x
Christina8 November 18th, 2017 18:08
As tepo said, hopefully not anytime!
This is an superb write, very emotive. Welcome to the site! Hope to see more of your poetry!

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