Touch.
Something so simple.
So easy.
So human.
Something that can make us whole again.
Or something that can break us down.
One simple touch can change your worlds view.
Be it a hug,
A kiss,
A Cuddle.
Or a slap,
A punch,
A beat.
One simple thing.
Can change everything.
So.
A hug.
Something so kind.
Something so easy,
Yet so meaningful.
It can build someone up,
Give them the confidence to start the day.
Or it can break them down.
It can make them release everything they've held in,
And just fall apart to pieces.
Now,
A slap.
Something for discipline,
For bad behavior,
A tool used to teach a lesson.
To improve upon someone.
Yet it's a weapon of self.
You see,
We crave touch.
We feed off of touch.
But we also break from touch.
We ward it off,
And we cast it away,
For fear of being hurt.
Yet we go back,
We seek it out.
We look for it,
Like a starved animal looking for food.
Yet we still look.
For something.
Anything.
Something to make us feel alive.
Something to make us feel human.
To give meaning to our measly existence.
But that need,
That craving,
That addiction.
Is also our downfall.
It is the thing that will simultaneously make us strong,
And break us down.
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Sleep Deprivation Poems
PoetryI seem to write good poems when I'm stressed, Or tired, Or generally on the verge of a mental breakdown. So. I figured, why not share?! Who knows. Maybe you people will like them. I sure hope you do. So. Enjoy. Or don't. I don't mind.
