I would say this poem is a tribute- a really short tribute for something that means much to me. If you read it slowly, and take in each word, it does have a lot of depth to it.
My bathroom has seen me in my worst, and wildest, forms- when I could not go out to face the world, when I could not express my sadness in just tears, and when I almost gave up. I don’t know if you’ve found your solace yet. Probably, my solace isn’t a very good example, but I know that I found a lot of myself in the white of my bathroom ceiling. Bathrooms are the only place you can go where you don’t have to talk to anyone; you have no obligations. I have always craved isolation, it gives me a sense of who I am. In this overpopulated world, however, isolation is rare- an endangered species.
For me, it’s a sort of survival tactic. Sometimes I just need a break from life, in order to go on living, so I go and lie down on my bathroom floor for as long as I can- doing nothing but staring at the ceiling. My subconscious is probably doing a lot of thinking, but all I can consciously feel is the cold floor and the much needed silence.
It is my solace, and I’m not ashamed of it.
I was tired of listening to people, and negativity
Negativity that no one else could see.
I craved home, had none of my own,
I craved a place where I could be alone
Then I looked up, and found my core
The ceiling, from my bathroom floor.
When I was drained, and tears poured into a pool
On the cold tiles of the corner where I stood
I needed a break from the incessant voices- the world, and me
I found my solace in the white above, a constancy.
I watched it, untouched and pure,
The ceiling, from my bathroom floor.
When the pouring turned dark red,
And the familiar buzz returned to my head
My legs couldn’t not tremble, and I fell
Onto the very home, my hell
And I found myself searching for
The ceiling, from my bathroom floor.
When I found that a lot many souls had
The kind of sadness that drove them mad,
I knew this world needed much more than God
And I knew more than ever, I was needed not,
And I rushed to it, almost broke the door-
The ceiling, from my bathroom floor.
When all else failed, I cleared the mess
I was drifting in and out of nothingness
My mind switching off, body already gone
Almost at rest, I was finally alone
I saw the last image my mind would form
The ceiling, from my bathroom floor.
“Sometimes I just need a break from life, in order to go on living” – yep, I can relate to that. Thanks, this is a great read.:)
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Thank you so much!
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Been my favourite yo.
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Yeah ok don’t fly too high now dumdum
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:3 At least I’m flying
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Teach me :33
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Have you read the tagline of my blog. 😉
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I threw myself and got hit. I cri.
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Well tri again
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