Don’t.
Scarred with ridges,
Shreds, tatters.
Scraps in the dust,
Never.
Cold echo,
Chasm-deep throttled,
Resigned to emptiness,
Banished.
Curled in the dark,
Blanketless solitude,
Go away–
Already gone.
Lost Touch
by ssnri in Creative Writing, Mental Illness, Rant, Status Updates and tagged Bipolar, Creative Writing, Depression, Divorce, Emotions, Love, Mental Health, Mental Illness, Nightmares, Poem, Poetry, Relationships
