touch

when is the last time you felt joy

or loved the feeling of another's  touch

you flinch away from every emotion thrown at you

sadness lives inside of you

its built a home

you wish it would move out, 

or maybe just pay the f*****g rent

Reviews

[terry smith]

Sadness is a squatter in my home also,a hoarder on the border of madness ...love this poem!!

[JC]

could be directed right at me...seriously...hit me big time...how many nights I've lost to loneliness and wordy obsessions. this is the kind of writing i dig.

[Wórdsmíth]

In love, such things always get happened to hearts. Even that`s why people learn the value of real love. Quiet deep thoughts you`ve put down into words. Nice flow of ink!