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Delerium

by Trisha De Gracia


What turns me into this?

Numb and unfeeling.

Nothing brings me to life anymore

do I remember who I used to be?

Who was I
when his touch could lift me up?

Who was I
when his arms became repulsive?

Who am I
now that I want to hold him again
just to know that I haven't lost
a person

a friend.

Why
can't I just live?
Take me as I am?
How can I ask that of the world
when I
can't even see my face
in shards of broken mirror?

When will these days drift away?
Days when I just slip
like this one.

Days when I can't reach for you,
lonely despite all the people

Where are you?
are you lost to me?

just hold me

someone

(anyone)

hold me and tell me
you'll make it ok.
Let me run to you.
Truthfully
tell me you'll hold me
and save me from this.
From this.

05/25/2003

Author's Note: I can't shake this feeling today. I think that today is a weak day.

Posted on 05/25/2003
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Barbara Griffith on 05/25/03 at 11:22 PM

Hun, you are NOT weak. Not even close. You're stronger than me (lol, thats saying something) and you're feeling normal..

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