Everyday to every night I start to feel someone is watching.
Watching silently with a cold tingling touch.
A smell that is peasant yet nostalgic at the same time.
With the hint of fears. That is hungry, waiting for a meal time
when your sacred.
Yet why when I cry out with a scream-
My throat starts to tighten with a tug.
Itching with a release of air.
With a laughter that is bitter sweet.
Feeling hunted and alone with tears tack in.
A warm hand starts to fall around my forehead.
As if to say, "It's alright... It's me.. even if you can't remember,"
With a strong warmth that feels familiar yet threatening...
How come you scare me though?
Just who are you?
YOU ARE READING
The Words I Whisper
PoetryThis is about some of my poem I've written and quotes that I carry in my daily life. I'll be posting some one by one as I go by my days.
