Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2016
I have a **** magazine to my left.
The pictures, they don't do anything.
The games on my computer.
Analyzed and stripped of any recreational value.
I don't have the want for people
So I make no effort to call them
I'm wearing 4 layers
tanktop, tshirt, sweater, jacket.
I'm still cold, very cold.
I've trained myself to be patient.
"time will pass."
So I sit here on my bed.
Cold, and numb.
Waiting.
Courtlyn LionHeart Quay
Written by
Courtlyn LionHeart Quay  United States
(United States)   
281
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems