COMFORT ROOM

Funny
How this
toilet
has become
my sanctuary
when i reflect
how much
of a less
noble character
I am.
No, not funny.
How proper
that this
toilet
should be here
so that I might pour out
tears
Reflecting
How much
Failure
I have become.
The toilet bowl
stays strong
supporting
while i crouch
dejected
And this roll of tissue
continues
Available.
The door stays
Closed
that I might be left
Alone.
I cry.
The waste of my soul
Disposed.
I am heard.
I am comforted.