I Can’t Run

I get so freshly hurt by how it went for me.
I defy it to crystallize as jealousy.

So, I give & I give until I’m down to skin.
I am cold & lonely; I would like to come in.

No words of thanks are prompted in my direction.
Do I not engender enough for affection?

I often wonder if I am in “The Others”.
There’s simply no contact between one another.

I am not a leper…though you look at me so.
Even contact between eyes could help us all grow.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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