Taps-Gerry Hanna

I put in the plug

And I turn on the taps

I look at the blade

As again my mind snaps

I sit on the edge

And my hand I dip in

It’ll need some more hot

Before I can begin

I step into the hall

And I stop by their door

See my son’s sleeping there

As my tears hit the floor

Softly back to the bath

Hear the dog’s quiet whine

The kitchen door’s shut

Yes, he knows it is time

I lock both the doors

Sit back down on the rim

I pick up the blade

Now the end can begin

One glance in the mirror

And I can’t look away

Where did this come from

Who’s the piper I pay

And as I look in my eyes

See all the hurts and the cries

The tears on my cheeks

There will be no bye-byes

I turn off the taps

The water’s just right

I put down the blade

You’re not winning tonight

Coffee and toast

’cause I know I won’t sleep

You can have all my pain

But my blood I will keep.


© 2019 Gerry Hanna

5 Comments Add yours

  1. HLR says:

    I love the simplicity and form of this – very effective xx

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Kindra M. Austin says:

      I am really taken with this piece as well. It was love at first read.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. bobcabkings says:

    Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
    Gerry Hanna – Not Tonight

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  3. Kindra M. Austin says:

    Reblogged this on Kindra M. Austin and commented:

    I love this piece by Gerry Hanna. ❤

    Like

  4. Reblogged this on Brave & Reckless and commented:

    Gerry Hanna wrestles with his demons on Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen

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