A poem a day keeps the fear away...
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.