Bumps bloom upon my skin,
Each hair rises in anticipation,
But that neural cascade
fails to climax.
Your voice is falling flat,
Just shy of my ear’s drum
And your flesh is icing over,
Just out of my arm’s reach.
Your taste on my lips is fading…
And with a mouthful left to say,
I’m left dehydrating and thirsting,
Unable to swallow your memory.
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Author:
FallingAwake2 (
Offline) - Published: April 12th, 2025 01:45
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
This poem sends a message of rapidly distancing and falling out of grasp. It is painful in its alienation and leaves a sense of longing. Sad and lost are two words that come to mind. Well written
I find this a touching write, a sad sense longing for someone that has gradually slipped out of there grasp, nicely expressed and written
There is a feeling of loss within the wording of this poem, a well composed piece with deep reflective images!
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