A poem a day keeps the fear away...
9/15/2018 I am sitting in this bathroom, lying on the floor too weak to get up, crying like before the floor I cleaned just two weeks ago, the floor you can’t ignore. I remember sitting in this same bathroom, lying just like this on the floor I was only fifteen. And too weak to get up, not like now but, crying more forlorn on the floor, too weak to go. The floor I then couldn't ignore. For this floor had so much gore. This same pain wept from inside, on the floor I once solemnly swore never to let myself get so mourned. You leave me with so much scorn and I try not to rush so much to the morgue; one day I may meet my fate in show but, today I lay here on the bathroom floor. Today, today I feel torn, crying and weeping just like before but, in terror and remembering not to be forlorn I lay here on the bathroom floor, The same exact floor except now I am grown. I cleaned it just two weeks ago, this...