Pounded by the wind,
and pounded by the rain,
I fight my way home,
I need to end this pain,
a long bath awaits,
to soak my weary bones,
I open the front door,
and enter my quiet home,
both taps running,
the steam begins to rise,
I undress quickly,
soapy water covers my thighs,
I stretch out long,
and drop below the bubbles,
my big toe enters the tap,
no end to my troubles,
for 127 seconds,
my life stood still,
my big toe stuck fast,
I’m held against my will,
a penknife to hand,
the first incision’s the worst,
I twist and it snaps,
this day must be cursed,
I’m free once again,
the bath water now red,
I stand up on one foot,
relieved I’m not dead.
No Tall Stories 
April 30th, 2012 at 1:13 pm
I watched this story in my head as I read, very good man!
April 30th, 2012 at 1:26 pm
Thank you 🙂
April 30th, 2012 at 1:17 pm
I am relieved as well. Had an Mary Tyler Moore moment were you? 😉
April 30th, 2012 at 1:28 pm
Haha-yeah, a cross between Mary Tyler Moore and Danny Boyle!
April 30th, 2012 at 1:46 pm
The show iCarly also did the bit based on the Dick Van Dyke SHow.
April 30th, 2012 at 1:21 pm
Too funny, the relaxing bath had me there!
April 30th, 2012 at 1:29 pm
Heh heh 🙂
April 30th, 2012 at 1:31 pm
OUCH!! 🙂 I would’ve tried running the cold water first. ha ha!
April 30th, 2012 at 1:43 pm
Nice Rhyming poem here..Reads almost like a Limerick!
well done!
April 30th, 2012 at 2:25 pm
aah it does bring forth a visual story…I love this kind of writing, it’s so beautiful…..:)
May 2nd, 2012 at 6:55 am
I must have totally taken this wrong…did not see what everyone else did. Must be my frame of mind. I really liked it!
May 2nd, 2012 at 8:22 am
What did you see? Just out of interest..
May 3rd, 2012 at 4:30 am
I saw pain. An attempt at ending it all that was foiled by a broken penknife. And isn’t life that way? Sometimes it seems you can screw up anything you touch, even suicide. If this was not the intention of the poem it does not matter for I see poetry and writing as a way for all of us to see what we want and to feel what we want through someone else’s words. I love your words, no matter what their meaning. As usual you made me feel. Thank you.
May 3rd, 2012 at 8:30 am
Hey Toasha,
Thanks for your reply, and yes, you’re exactly right about poetry. Personal interpretation is what matters. Whereabouts in the states are you? Or are you Canadian? I lived in Kentucky for 3 years from the ages of 9-12, but for whatever reason have not been back since..Live and breathe London for now. Anyway, I’ll see you around the blogs.
Take it easy,
Tim
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May 4th, 2012 at 7:27 am
Hello back Tim!
I am in Washington state. I have never been out of the United States. Very sad but true. I would love to see London! Maybe you could read your writings to me if I ever come there. It is a nice thought……
May 2nd, 2012 at 4:49 pm
Funny but ironic and real; the truth is stranger than fiction and this is quite genuine. Your story line drew me in and I agree with the above; the rhyme scheme was used to great effect.
July 10th, 2012 at 2:01 pm
the flow in this is outstanding!
You are a most versatile writer!