Numb

I'm numb.

I'd like to be able to lie

And say that the touch of your hand

provides much needed comfort. 

But I cannot feel it. 

Nor can I comprehend

why you are here. 

Last time we spoke

you begged me to go. 

And now you're here. 

The frostbite never worked..

Only made me warmer

What a shame...          It never worked.

Reviews

[Alex Fyresol]

Naturally, as most poems I read are very deep. Particularly this one. It speaks.