The Bath Tub

LeashaBear56

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.

A6

  • Author: A6 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 8th, 2017 02:09
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 27
  • User favorite of this poem: Syd.
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Comments2

  • Syd

    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

    • LeashaBear56

      Thank you, my aim was to take everyone by surprise because usually bath tubs are happy places.

      • Syd

        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

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