suffocation
January 1, 1990
i lie in bed alone
remembering
the blanket wrapped tightly
around my body
as i try to grasp
the beauty and happiness
of another person
this blanket once covered
crying
because all i have left
is this cloth to cling to
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July 31st, 2005 at 1:28 pm
wow, that happens to me… i am quite alone for now, and my life seems to be my blanket… it shows my true loneliness… the sadness overwhelms you…