Nothing is beautiful.
Not the peaks or the valleys, neither their
symphonic flurry as they dance and sway
upon the resonating body of the mind.
And for all the color captured,
the inherent perfection of form,
there is nothing here I want to hold,
only emptiness & a hollow surface.
I want love,
and a warm smile;
a soothing relief
from this emptiness.
Give me my medicine.
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Please Don't Touch
PoetryPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
