I might have killed myself tonight
Slit wrists in my bath tub
I didn't feel a fight or flight
just a sinking battle sub
No tourniquet to stop the rush
Just company of a red friend
In the water you can't see it gush
My sight leaves, I near my end
A familiar sound pierces the air
And warm hearts soon find my place
Lifting me out of my solace with care
And into an open case
Soon they fill a solemn room
With hearts worn on their sleeves
Not I, I reach out towards the moon
And in the night, I am free.
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This wasn't what I was expecting when I clicked on the poem Bath Tub. Very good write, very dark. I hope it's not written from personal experience though. Take care - Syd
Thank you, my aim was to take everyone by surprise because usually bath tubs are happy places.
Yeah you've certainly succeeded there lol. The first poem I wrote is called postcard poem and is basically drug induced lunacy written on the back of a post card and sent to an unsuspecting friend from Amsterdam. I'm sure that will draw a few innocent readers in, expecting descriptions of sand, sea and ice cream lol. That's if I ever upload it. - Syd
That sounds absolutely genius! I personally would love to read it, I like the element of surprise used at maximum when I read my poetry.
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