by: R. Catherine

Naked and curled, I lay there dejected.
Steam in my face, all thought is infected
with rivers of blood down the drain, I’m affected.
Suicide thoughts in my head are infective.
Head on my knees, lost in my own perspective.
Hot water beats down on my back, I’ve neglected
these thoughts for too long, they rise up and object. It
takes no time at all to feel disconnected.

Walking the halls, I feel too connected
to beats in my ears, my tears, I reject them.
I look down the stairwell, I just want to end it.
The things that I feel most days go undected.
I just want to let go, I feel too rejected
by anything good and I’m overprotective
of my broken pieces that create my perspective.
Takes no time at all to feel disconected…

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WOW!! THIS POEM IS SO VERY POWERFUL AND RAISES AN ARRAY OF EMOTION IN ME. YOU ARE SO VERY GIFTED, CATHERINE…PLEASE KEEP GIFTING US WITH YOUR WRITING. SAMANTHA

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