The Woman in Bath

The Woman in Bath

She soaks and lathers up her perturbed thought
Into a rich effervescent bubble,
Lets the cantankerous din come to naught
Demolished by water, into rubble.
Her despairing mind, a nest of trouble
Her soul in tatters, hangs on a prayer
Her torpidity, in measure double
Sighs in silence, indolent and laid bare.
The devil smiles with malice, in his lair
His hungry gaze rests upon her frailty
Is there a God Who says, I truly care?
Someone to hold her hand in amity?
She rises, the water burbles beneath
She opens up her eyes and says, Just breathe.
Connect with Penmancy:


Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!

Latest posts by Anne Adarsh (see all)

Let us know what you think about this story.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

© Penmancy 2018 All rights reserved.
%d bloggers like this: