Cold

                                                                              

I find myself
Find myself standing in this room
This room where I go
I Go to the drawer
The drawer with my friend
My friend, shinny sharp and cold
And cold like this world
This world which shuns me
Shuns me for who I am
I am me and nothing more
Nothing more I will be soon
Soon it will be all over
Over and over their hateful words echo
Echo through my mind
My mind no longer tolerating this life
This life that has been empty
Empty my soul is now
Now to take my friend
My friend sliding smoothly across my skin
My skin parting to show the blood
The blood pouring out
Pouring out leaving me feeling cold

Isolated

Distanced...
not intentionally
... a part of life...
yes
~
Almost to tears now
in a sea of people
can I find you...
no

Hidden away by this distance
slaves of life we sit and lay
in empty beds; apart
at night
~
Tears form in our lonely eyes
even now as I write this to you
wishing i could feel you
skin on skin

Face to face, we lay
our arms around the other
caressing each other gently
I wish
~
Crying now I lay here
these chains binding me
keeping me
from you

I lay awake thinking of you
how I would love to have you
in my arms, watching you
sleeping on my chest
~
Alas, I cannot, hold you
touch you, or caress you
All I can do, is wish and wait, feeling
Isolated