Down The Drain Poem by Sandy Player

Down The Drain

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I seem to spend my life
Dangling the bath-plug over the hole;
Moving it up and down
Like I'm teasing a rotweiler.
My side-down head watches it
Be let go and fall to the right,
Filling the hole,
As a child watches the news on the TV
That another genocide is done
That another dictator has won.
It feels odd to choose to do things this way,
But there's something right in
Being out of clothes
Just shower water.
I close my eyes and it's humid rainfall.
A warm sprinkling to chuff me off to sleep
And in no time it will build up in the bath-tub
To the intensity of death.
It's so right I even assume my fetal position.
But I'm still awake by the time
It has reached the corner of my mouth
And the tear-drop shape of my nostril
And I sit up again wiping the failure from my eyes.
No time was too quick.
It appears though that, despite tries
As hard as my heart, my underwater scream
Ends in an airy gasp
Stolen out of your mouth.
I seem to spend my life
Getting out of your bath
And telling you that I hope the water bill isn't too much.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Scotty Dogg 18 April 2013

Way to go! Visual. Poetry. You get it.

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Yours Forever X 28 February 2013

i love it i just hope to god that its not a true story! xxxxxxxx

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Aria Siren 26 February 2013

So I've re-read this poem and pieces of this poem about 3 times, attempting to assemble my thoughts. More than anything, the courage that it took to write this poem keeps striking me. Poetry allows people (me at least) to let everyone see their vunerable naked side. This poem lets readers see you at a personal, vunerable, almost childlike moment. As you come up gasping for air, I am gasping for air. You not only relate the story, you write it in a way that I am on the edge of my seat. I like the second half the best, it seems to have more flow. Amazing job though.

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