To Make It All Better


The face in the mirror, gloomy tears.
Run yourself a bath to make it all better.
Thought you had defeated your restless fears.
Your heart's a misty cloud in stormy weather.

Trying to make sense of a world that's gone mad.
Bleeding bodies and fragments of illusion.
Find no comfort in a stranger's hand.
They're all companions of delusion.

Caress your skin in the bubbly bath.
Fragrance of summer fruits fills the room.
To make it all better - choose a path.
Summer tomb or darkest womb.

You cut your wrists, your head hangs low.
Candle flames are fighting, flickering so.
This world is lost in it's stormy weather.
Who am I to make it all better?



Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-08-10 at 15:04

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ChiLLie
this poem really blew me off my chair...
so dark, so real,so recognisable...
only a true poet could put those words together the way you did, and make so much sense...
*hugs*
2006-08-20


Amanda K
Deep feelings and i like here the flow. You showed one part bleeding and other indifferent. There's alway something special about ure poems.

Keep it up,
2006-08-17


Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
Powerful stuff my friend.
2006-08-12


Kathy Lockhart
oh, the deepest darkness of depression and doom lies within that lonely bathroom.
Those candles, a small flicker of light, are not enough to make things right in the time of life that rules the night oh the sadness and loss in the sorrows of gloom.
You painted the picture so vividly. I saw it and felt it so deeply. kathy
2006-08-10