Bath-Time Reverie
A short stream of consciousness

Drip drip drip
Water falls in the warm shallow still tub
Scrub scrub scrub
Dirt and grime left behind feels so sublime
I wish I could reach down deep and scrub all my insides
Yellow light bends casting a glow
A filter of its own
Leaving me with a yellow jaundice like glow
It’s the light, surely it’s the light
I’m not sick, if I was sick I’d know
Still my energy’s been low
I could lay and marinate in this self made lake for the rest of my days
What awaits me outside I leave to fate
Wet fingers fight to form words
Tick tick tick
Drops on my phone cause random characters to roam
Surely there will be typos in this poem
But what’s a life with out mistakes
At least I can go back and erase
In life we have more at stake
There’s no back key or delete, no copy and paste
I wash my face and the world seems to blur
I’ve just woke yet sleep seems like the perfect escape
The warm water soothes my every ache
My words are my own lullaby, and a nap I long to take.




Comments (1)
Sleep is like my most favourite escape from reality. Loved your poem!