Epiphany Poem

Epiphany Poem

David Colon

Creative Writing

Professor Miller

4/4/18

 

Lying on a bathroom floor, I was

Surrounded by lemon scented shit, my

Knuckles were colored a beautiful

Violet shade, and the paper towel machine

Hissed in the background.

I was waiting.

Lying on a bed in my cave, watching

The sun’s light crawl through across the floor, wondering what

It would be like when my Dad wouldn’t

Remember my name,

I was waiting.

I waited all day, until the light faded

And darkness crept through, creating

Intricate lines that danced along my bed.

My knuckles were screaming.

That wasn’t the only thing.

My head began screaming,

“Stop those thoughts,”

My heart scratched at against the bones in my chest,

My eyes shifted, and the world became grey.

I waited,

For It to stop.

But it didn’t.

My knuckles,

My head,

My eyes,

All screamed,

Knowing nothing was going to change,

If you wait.