At The Thought
When you say my name, I shudder at the thought.
Hardly a touch and comfort swarms the air.
Surrounding like a dust cloud.
Suffocating the pain and smothering the tears.
Fear escapes though an exhale.
I prepare for the jump.
Blindly thinking there is a clear view.
Words have been lingering on my tongue and held within my cheeks,
burst out but fall upon deaf ears.
Hindering every grasp on what seems to be so real.
I position myself below the darkness.
Stretching beyond my limits, only to find that I can not feel.
A quarrel within this skin of mine,
a fight for hope and a fight for doubt...
as I walk through the days knowing what it means to go without.
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