written

here I writhe my broken self.

dare I request your gentle help?

without respiration I rest my eyes.

the burning tears that must I deny.

speak to me, for I do not hear.

your breath on my skin forever seared.

your syrup kisses on my sweetened lips.

has it really come to only this?

just a dream I dream on my own.

seeing all, all I see in grayish tones.

keeping distances though not by choice.

a forceful grace with a forceful poise.

thus, I exhale just a small amount.

in hope to keep this memory abound.

33 views

Share