Tub of Loneliness
I once read something about how the group of people who stay in the bathtub for so long. Hours upon ends. Are known for feeling lonely. And for that hour in the tub, they want to feel the safety-nees of the hot water envoy-ing themselves, wrapped around, as if the waves of the steamy water will hold humanity together.
And it's true,
They feel as if a tidal wave of suffocation will employ it.
Employ the longing companion of warmth
Or security.
Of feeling loved.
Because as a society, a part of it, I've stayed in the tub for hours myself.
Having the water hold me.
Sometimes it feels like a warm blanket keeps me cocooned inside from the outside world.
The world full of hate.
And coldness.
And then when the water turns the coldest water known to my body, it gets out.
Known for whatever reason the bath that was full of love is now full of hate.
And it becomes the cold, distant world of society we live in.
A society we try to get out of and not be apart of.
Heartless and cold.
(Although that's all we feel)
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PoetryI write a lot. I love reading books about love and such, but I write darkly and I try not to let my book I'm trying to write be so dark, but I want to release a book about my poems. And though they are incredibly dark and they hurt to let the soul r...
