Boiling Hot Water
All I need is boiling hot water,
That searing, burning heat,
To forget the pain that I can't erase,
To feel its warmth as it runs down my spine.
It makes my skin shine,
Then peel away,
Soothing my inner child-
Blazing hot water,
All I need is blazing hot water.
I need its warmth
To forget the wrath that haunts me,
The hurt that never fades.
I need it hot,
For I am afraid to leave,
The world outside is too cold,
Too sharp,
Too much for me to bear.
I long for the humble embrace of hot water,
To cradle my broken parts,
To hide my fears,
And mask the redness in my eyes.
Scorching hot water,
All I need is scorching hot water,
To burn away my skin,
To wash away my sins.
I smell something strange,
Oh-it's my hair,
But still, I won't come out,
For the world outside would freeze me,
Turn me inside out.
Oh, dear hot water,
Could I live without you?
I doubt it.
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Devoid
PoetryThses are the collection of poems that depict my innermost feelings and also conditions that left a deep scare on both me and my closest.
