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Aug 2015
there is serenity on the bathroom floor
among the cold tiles
sending the sense of euphoria all throughout your struggling body
the pain
it feels so good
to just sit in the silence
with nothing
but the brisk air
and the cold tiles
sending chills down the spine
that you didn't think you had
because it was so hard to stand
just collapsing on that bathroom floor
with nothing but the readiness and acknowledgment of knowing it's okay to feel the end
because it is inevitable
it comes for all of us
and you may not be scared
but you must be petrified
for when the moment comes
it will feel the same as your body on the cold tiles
and the brisk air will take you away
with the serenity still there
as you enter the gates of wherever the air sweeps you to
Don't know where I was going with this, it just all came to me so fast and I like it a lot.
I myself have spent a lot of time on cold bathroom floors, crying, shaking, asking for forgiveness.
Guess it all just came back to me, in my current state it's probably best for me to lay on my bathroom floor.
It has always helped me and made me feel replenished afterwards.
But the floors are not clean as for my body.
But maybe that's a sign that the filth shall lie with the filth until it all comes clean and the water runs clear.
But it takes a long time for that.
And just lying amongst the tiles is just my laziness showing yet again, I am too caught up in my daydreams to fix my nightmares.
Written by
maxine  20/F/AZ
(20/F/AZ)   
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