“Untitled”
Intimacy provokes fear.
Opening me up to a rage of emotions.
Mind swirling,
Stomach churning,
Longing for a connection that never comes.
Fear and trepidation cascades,
Washing over me like a raging river.
Panic swells inside my throat.
Loneliness,
My old friend, arrives.
Like a comforting blanket.
Surrounding,
Enveloping me in its soft embrace.
The stillness of sound.
The harsh silence,
Decends once more.
Posted on Jan 17 2011
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