The Bowl

A poem I wrote back in my bulimic days...

Hunched over the bowl,
So white and pure,
This is my Hell and my Heaven,
My prison and my secret sweet escape,
The glory and the pain,
The tears and the shame,
Come together,
Fuse in unholy union,
And up it comes,
Again and again...

First try to fill the void,
grab everything you can,
Just to stop feeling empty,
Then you stop,
You realise, in horror,
That the hole you tried to fill,
Isn't there.
You feel like you're bursting at the seams,
And up it comes,
Emptiness,
Physically and spiritually,
Forever and ever
Amen.

In waves it comes,
First only a little bit,
Then more and more,
Then the blood,
And the cramps,
The divine fire that runs through you,
Your throat and your stomach,
Better to torture yourself,
Than be subject to someone else's torture.
Just a bit more,
One more push,
I can't stand to be so full...

Reviews

[Jane Doe]

An amazing poem! I'd quote my favorite lines, but they are all great. As an addict constantly on and off the wagon, once again, I can so relate to this poem! Wonderful!

[Adela Muresan]

Uhh, it's hard to bleieve that there are people who can speack openly about things like this. I think that it took you a lot of work to admit to an addiction such as that.

What can I say, the poewm is very well written and it has some kind of ,,wierd sad humor,, heh :P.

A.M.

[Suki]

oh wow how depressing... but its really good though

And up it comes,
Emptiness,
Physically and spiritually,
Forever and ever
Amen.

That is awesomeness right there ; )

[Mr. Misanthrope]

A very chlostrophobic poem, which in my case is both an advantage, since it makes a really good poem, and a disadvantage, since I suffer terribly from chlostrophobia. Lol. I like the way the end of the second verse differs from the rest of the poem, bringing something religious into a place where it would be condemned. Good job! :)

-Luke