the neverending tenacles pound down on me,
painfully burn my tender, thin skin.
i allow this and welcome it,
this is my religion, my pennance.
no longer can i stand unhelped in this prison,
i lean back and the coldness stings.
regained strength and upright once more,
the fire lashings, the slow burn.
i have served my time all things must end,
and with my choice, i stop the torment.
i step out wrapped in terrycloth comfort,
cleansed and hopeful of a better day.


~b

I like this a lot. It's very powerful, great imagery. Hope the days are better!

thanks.

it's about taking a shower. lol.

~b

lol i kinda wondered that when you talked about the terrycloth comfort hehe. Then I read that it was afteraffects of a bad day...well actually sometimes a shower helps me after a bad day too so heh.

anyway good writin, take care!

Makes me want to take a shower...okay and the fact that I might need a shower.

Beautiful words.

you know you've written a good poem when you write about something tactile like a shower, but it evokes an emotional response. nice.

This sounds like a modern day version of Dante's inferno, to me.

I kind of wonder what the poor soul did to deserve this ... although it all turns out well in the end.

Maybe they've been cleansed in a Purgatory of their own making?