I try to wash you away...
Painfully scrubbing...
Just barely scraping the surface.
I try to erase you...
Drowning sorrow filled memories...
Complacent in a bottle.
I tried to love you...
Resistant to my touch...
Sanctity just wasn't enough.
The first stanza really had me imagining someone rigorously scrubbing a tiled floor. These nine lines speak volumes and evoke powerful imagery. Are your poems inspired by your real life experiences? Either way, your imagination has no bounds!
ReplyDeleteooooooooh, I like this poem a lot, great writing...i'll add you to my page
ReplyDeleteThank you all for your comments and taking the time to actual read the words written and see past the known meaning of them.
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