Bath Time

A Poem by Briony Bryant

If I wanted to feel love again
I would run myself a bath.
Slide myself under,
Grip the smooth cold ceramic sides
And let the water cover me.
Until my lungs tightened that I couldn't breathe.
Think even.
And the need for air consumes me.
Till I fade away.

© 2013 Briony Bryant

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Wolfwind

While I don't condone suicide. This piece seems to speak not so much about killing oneself, but rather that the oppression of death relates to the way one felt while they were in love with someone. In a sense the analogy of killing oneselves is the way they felt when they were being oppressed by a lover.

Interesting and powerful ink.
Aaron - Wolfwind

Posted 10 Years Ago

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10 Years Ago

Thank-you for your intake, I really appreciate it! I was attempting to compare the similarities betw.. read more

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Coyote Poetry

A surprise ending. The title left me with a better ending. I know woman do enjoy the calmness of a hot bath to heal the body and the mind. Nice flow of thoughts led to the sad ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago

9 Years Ago

Thank you for reading! I'm happy to hear that you enjoyed it!

9 Years Ago

You are welcome.

Horizons

I just enjoyed reading this piece. It's what you do in your real life, it's what you feel at the time, it's all what you want to be what you always want to be... that's all. The feelings of love you've well compared with the water flow.. and well defined the moments of bath into your words. Well done. Nice piece to read, it's an interesting one.