Riddled

 

My skin still shudders

From withdrawals of your touches

The way an addict crashes

Knowing there’s no fix

Or synthetic replacement

And as much as my mind can

It sympathizes through logic

The battle of ones senses

While my heart feels even more

Beyond the delicate fringes

And cries in forms of empathy

Feeling every excruciating moment

Between breathes of hurt and..reality

Poet of the Light © 2019

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