Ode to the Toilet (14 Weeks)
I bow down in daily worship,
To the porcelain frame that's become my god
And stare at a distorted reflection
That quickly disappears.
I see the fear in my eyes
As they bulge in pain
Trying to refrain from releasing tears.
And as I pour out myself in sacrifice
I can feel you move within;
Thoughts of you--of soon seeing your face
And hearing your first cry,
Makes it all worthwhile.
12.21.09
To the porcelain frame that's become my god
And stare at a distorted reflection
That quickly disappears.
I see the fear in my eyes
As they bulge in pain
Trying to refrain from releasing tears.
And as I pour out myself in sacrifice
I can feel you move within;
Thoughts of you--of soon seeing your face
And hearing your first cry,
Makes it all worthwhile.
12.21.09
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.