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Not taught anymore
I am relaxed emotion gone
clear in mind of what is needed
lost for words when I thought the time
to spew hate would finely arrive and time freezes
for me it’s 5am now always
My future is moving to shadow
days no longer have length
This Water depthless would show
were I to crimson turn it
little or nothing of the man
A soulless red stain rim tide
on white porcelain
Grip the wrist of my wrinkled
palm, not even a slip in helping
my other now pushing me down
Face warm resisting to spit
reflex to gag seems accepting
soapy warm I need to drink down
Where is the pain in stopping breathing?
Froglike I am blinking eyes not stinging
How easy is it to drown?
This bath feels deeper than any
lake or sea
Unexpected this, such danger in being alone
fear has fled even panic it seems
will not call, instead courage overpowering
allays to push me headlong
Let go
step through
I quit
All this life undone now, being pulled
not pushed
I regret every hour............................
I struggled for rainbows
Wrestled with sunny days
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Thu 25th Jul 2013 11:34
I take your point, Richard. 'The Bath' was written some years back, and slightly reworked before posting. But your particular lines 'This bath feels deeper....such danger in being alone' definitely flow along the same thought channel as my idea.
You have a good poem here with great diction developing a strong mood. I did wonder why the issue was clouded between 'drowning' and 'cutting'. I'm also surprised that there are no other comments. But I missed it weeks ago also. Which only emphasizes that good poems often slip under the radar. Never take it personally.