It's like an irritation under my skin
Sending fiery embers into my belly
Blinding my vision with red
Blood simmering to a boil
My fingers burning heat into
Whatever I clutch
As your voice continues to play
Like a broken record.
Yet,
If that record seized to play
A quiet darkness would surround me
And I would wonder why
The record stopped
And why suddenly
My fingers feel frozen to the knuckle
My blood simply flows through me
My vision is clear but missing clarity
My belly has a dull ache in its pit
My skin is just layered to hide
The hooks you once had beneath.
Is it possibly
Because I miss being annoyed by you?
Because at least when you annoyed me,
I knew you were there.
YOU ARE READING
I Am Everything
PoetryExcerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during t...
