In the temple of my bathroom I had the most holy experience
Singing hymns and listening to sermons where I preach
The impurities of my sins from the freezing tile floor
Today my parish was filled with silence and refelction
I prayed to hold onto the reigns for just a little longer
Long enough for me to survive renouncing the sanctity of my worship
I stand at the head of my church and look out over my parish
In the back I can see a reflection of myself in the shower
Staring back with hollow lifeless eyes and an open mouth
Like a dead rotting fish washed upon the beach
Its invisible to my worshipers or at least they ignore the buzzing of flies
With an ignorance I could only desire from seeing an empty shell
The reflection in my bathroom mirror smiles and kindly gestures
For me to keep reading from our holy book and rehearsed sermon
Unfortunately for the first time in awhile the reflection in my shower blinks
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryI'm really bad a poetry, but I hope you enjoy! :) The poetry gets better, that, I can promise.
