That bathtub waits
Another day
That it won’t drain
I thought about it last night
That bathtub waits
Another day
That it won’t drain
I thought about it last night
The edge of hurt
Timeless
Relentless
A capture of my heart
Wrenching it
Until it bruises
Tear out my tongue
And bury the words
That I cherished
You’ll never feel
You’ll never feel
Lord have you seen me floating
Untroubled and smiling?
Have you seen me passionate
In both joy and excitement?
When you look down at me
Do you smile as well?
I have felt things that I thought were lost
But even so
A dark blotch sits in the corner
Pulsating
Threatening to overtake me
I know what I must do
Put palette knives on canvas
And leave worry for another time
Acrylic abstract art by OurDepression
Abstract acrylic art by OurDepression
Acrylic abstract art by OurDepression
Acrylic abstract art by OurDepression
Acrylic abstract art by OurDepression
You’ll see me in another life
A crown rested over my brow
Drawing a crowd of followers
With no struggle to satisfy
Tell me anything
Your truth, your curse
I will dilute your afflictions
Let me be the solvent to hardship
Give me water and I say to you
Blood red wine will spill from my veins
Plead me for your days bread
And I will surely give you sustenance
I ride a red chariot whose speed
Is known throughout my kingdom
Whose rumbling stride
Brings thunder into your heart
Electricity uttered from my fingertips
Lights the skies in white lightning
Truly not even the sun is as bright
As the power that I unleash
They know that I am a good King
Whose love they may cherish
A man who breathes life into blackened lungs
And stomps on the heels of the wicked
In this life you will see a fractured soul
Whose feeble fantasies abound
A man who holds himself as best he can
And trudges through mud for a single silver coin
But this broken mortal has gifts to offer
A gentle array of words to soothe
Canvas that cultivates capture of spirit
And an open heart extended through open arms
A headspace of ideas is fiction
No real value to behold
Fragments flash in and out
With nothing to grasp
If I seek I do not find
An empty page my testament to anhedonia
Growing more and more listless
Joy and creativity have left me
Anger and frustration have not