Feel it

I hope you´re reading this

I hope when you´re done you can feel it

The sensation of the pulses in my skin

Boiling over by every sin

Tip toe out of the dark

You can´t see my mark

Just stop and listen

You´re not a given

And I can´t picture myself near you

Cut it up

Shut up

Stop the punishments

I can´t bare to lose my temper again

I feel the madness creeping slowly

Yes, I feel lonely

But you can´t be here anymore

Stop

I´m done

No more

Boiling over again

I got a temper on me

I feel as if it wont go away

Because you´re always next to me

I hope you´re reading this

I hope when you´re done you can feel it

I hope when you´re done you´ll leave me alone

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the poem. I like the poetry that bring the reader in. This poem did.
"I feel the madness creeping slowly
Yes, I feel lonely
But you can´t be here anymore"
Many kinds of madness. I like this one. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote