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 floor you can’t ignore.