Drowning
My frame was out of focus
Cause I didn’t even notice
The high waters surrounding
And I was so close to drowning
Stuck inside this tub
No matter how hard you scrub
The stain remains
You can drive it down the drains
But the pain
Will always stay
You can dowse it with soap
But that won’t help you cope
Cause by the end of the day
That will only make it fray
Blood stains don’t fade away
Is what they always say
The blood is on your hands
The scarlet plasma expands
Until everyone’s hands are tainted
Red, fingerpainted
On the bathroom walls
An angel falls
Your face bawls
Even all the tears you cried
Can’t clean up the mess you hide
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brookesteen13
Hello! I'm a beginner poet trying to improve. I would love some constructive criticism so that I can develop some skills. I tend to write what I feel
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