Down the Drain

I turn the shower on
And let the water drip, slip, down into the drain
Washing away the day’s remains.
Limp limbs hanging heavy
Shoulders slumped surrendering to my. . .
Mind, slipping;
Can’t hold onto my thoughts
Like water through fingers, dripping
My concentration is dwindling
Like the limited light of a lone candle
In the vast darkness of the night;
It’s futile.
So I close my eyes,
Feel the water cascade down my face
In little streams like tears,
Dropping
From the heavens
moistening the dry earth, I am
Refreshed.
I release a sigh,
That comes out a cry
And sounds hollow
And dry
Like the echo of a once supple well.
I used to be well, but now
I’m not feeling that well…
So I let the water run away
With my current state of disarray,
Washing my body,
Cleansing my soul,
As I am physically mentally emotionally
Drained…


*I been feeling down lately so i decided 2 write and put it into the form of poetry and off my mind*