Touch me please
I’m screaming at you to get away
And whimpering “don’t leave me”
How can I show you this granite edifice
Has tears in its eyes?
Bare my wounds
Though I conceal them with bravado
Wrap them in tenderness
Though I bare the fangs of ambivalence and good cheer
I don’t need your help.
Your pity or your companionship.
Love is a luxury.
But could you spare some?
I’m strong.
But could you hold me?
The nights are lengthening,
Would you keep me warm?
Please
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Author:
WhisperedWord (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just some thoughts on the silent chains that keep us from accepting help.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
the most poetic line, on this page
in my most humble opinion, is:
'on the silent chains, that
keep us: from accepting
help.'..
(thanks for choosing to share)
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