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Nov 2018
I remember holding your cold fingers.

The feeling of your cold flesh
Touching mine
Left my body soulless

I was still holding on
Being without a soul didn't matter
As long as I was holding you

I now long for that feeling
of your cold skin grazing mine.

In that moment
I was closer
Now iā€™m hours
Days

        Months

                         Away from you

My core is rotten
Iā€™m overflowing with anxiety and fear
In that rotten core of mine
There is a thick and toxic dosage of dred
Anger
                
            Insecurity

                                Let me join you
savannah ford
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savannah ford  20/F
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