Beautiful Enough To Frame

When I Write

I usually write

While I'm in the bath

With nothing but the water

And the music from my phone

There's just something about the pressure

That pushes my soul down

Hard enough to force emotions from my eyes

But you can't tell

It's only sweat

I don't always catch them as they escape

But the ones I do

Turn into poems

Some are good

Some are bad

Only a few were great

But as time goes by

I've realized that this water

Has gotten a bit heavier

Not enough to kill me

But enough to make me suffer

Instead of trying to catch emotions

I try to catch my breath

And sometimes I don't

And I can't breath

And I'm left just floating in my own tub

Hoping my lungs still work

And wondering why oh why this was happening

And as I'm about to give up

The wind returns

And I can breath