Ache
The
loneliness is like a toothache,
But it drags
my whole body,
Into its
turquoise-bright, world of pain,
Diffuse,
every inch of my dry skin is
touched.
But, from
time to time,
It becomes
focused,
On her face.
Running the
loops of memory in my head.
It’s all part
of a bigger disease,
And though I
feel the blood,
And life
leave my body, as I wish for her,
It just makes
me feel hopeless,
Without
the solace of unconsciousness.
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