Desensitization
There’s a young girl in my arms
Clutching me so tight that
I don’t think she’ll ever let go
Her tears stain my shoulder
Her grief wracks my own body
I can smell her hair, the beautiful scent
Engulfs my face
But I feel nothing
Except the warmth of our embrace
My emptiness swells
Is it strange to want to share someone’s pain?
Copyright © Jarrod Sisk | Year Posted 2009
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