Touch myself no one else

Cooked it black to throw it out 

Taste my despair it’s in the air

Gazed around no friends about

See my pain there not to gain

An awful stench flowed throughout 

Smell my fear it’s not here

Screamed my insight no doubt 

Hear my cry before I die

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Vinod K A

Mon 24th Dec 2018 04:44

Very nice poetry. Really like the way it is told

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