Beauty

[Memento Mori]

This is my first post, definitely not my last. Don't mind the ending. I never could figure out how to end it. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

you slip in and out of consciousness
gasping for air, drowning in your past.
sitting in the bathtub playing with bubbles
you're listening to one song on repeat.
you can't remember the last time you were happy, but somehow you've come to peace with that.
each day brings new obstacles, but you push through without regrets.
the light in the room is dim, but somehow you see perfectly.
you've never seen so clear.
you're alone, but you have your pen, your best friend in the whole world.
it never talks back, it never gives you grief, and when you use it, it bleeds beauty.
you get out of the bathtub to smoke a cigarette.
you look at the surgeon general's warning on the side of the box telling yourself you'll be fine.
the smell of cigarette smoke and incense fill the room and it becomes almost nauseating
but like everything else you push through
you walk to an ugly abandoned church with a permanent marker and start writing poetry on the walls.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Well, that last line could be broken into 2 or even 3 but either way it's a strong, dramatic ending to this purgation of your emotions.

[hack]

Welcome to your first post.
It gets easier from here.
If you want it to.

[Bar22do]

straightforward and plain, not bad at all for a first poem! it is strange how solitude makes one discover the powers of pens' bleeding beauty... welcome here!

[MorpheusSandman]

I actually think this would make a better short story than a poem. For me, if you're not focusing on form, metaphor, language/phonetics, rhythm, etc. then it's often better to just craft a short story.