Entwined
Heat rises to my face
as I suffocate in this crowded space.
Scared to look...
Unhooked from the safety of my nook — bared.
Has my sanity gone obsolete?
Trapped by their sight.
Drowned by their voice.
Dazed by their touch.
Engulfed in their scent.
Enveloped in the calamity,
where our lives interlace.
YOU ARE READING
Essence : poetry
Thơ caA collection of my thoughts set on fire and the ashes are used as compost for growth.
