Click,
Crack,
I think I am having an attack.
Purple,
Now to blue,
I am sure black will ensue.
Red,
Now to yellow.
My hands go stiff.
Now they are seizing up.
Freezing up.
Slowing down.
My blood isn't moving now.
Constricted, conficted.
Why can't I fit in?
Pale and cold.
You'd think I was a corpse.
Maybe you don't understand,
Why I can't hold things in the rain.
Must be so easy for me,
I must be exactly like you.
I know you have your problems too.
Just because mine aren't like yours, doesn't mean I don't experience them too.
Sad to say,
You've become what you hate.
I can't stand the temperature change.
Maybe your hands are fine.
But mine are dead inside.
So don't undermine my pain.
It is driving me insane.
YOU ARE READING
Talking To The Night
PoetryA story of my life, in little poems. Hope y'all enjoy viewing my life from behind a screen :) (Also I do not own ANY of these photos, if your photo is used it is Beacsue I thought it would fit awesomely :D ) 17/11/18 #90 in shortpoems
