Me, the oxy - moron

Cold sweat

Heavy thoughts  

- Silence! -

 

It’s overwhelming

 

Knees weak

Hampered speech

 

You’re appearance is anesthetic

 

My body’s numb

Love is drained

Feeding on your presence

 

Exhaustingly energetic

 

I feel so empty when you’re gone

And you’re always gone

Please correct me if I’m wrong

 

Temptation bittersweet,

I know your love’s for hire

And still you set my heart on fire

I am clinging to deceit            

 

We’re all captured by our demons

Whom are silently pecking our peace

I toss my lucky 13

And hope to find some release

Author's Note

personally not one of my best poems. What is your opinion?