Water

Still waters.

The faucet was on.
First a slow trickle, then a flooding force.
The water spewed into the tub.
Steam filled the air, fogging his face in the mirror.

He sat in the tub, waiting.
The water rose up his legs,
He waited patiently, feeling the ripples

The water so clear and smooth.
It was nice and warm on his skin

It was a shame really
Because when his family finds him

The water will be red and cold

Reviews

[Patricia Stephmore]

Woww......deep and intriguing..... I thought that it was just a descriptive poem and the twist in the end..... Caught me by surprise.....very nice