I Dreamt of a Death I Cannot Shake
I held onto your hand…
much too tight, to dole out any comfort,
for it was out of obligation, my efforts were fed...
In the end, I don't think it made any difference,
and I had spent so long, dead,
in my own indifference,
I didn't notice, or try to pretend.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2024
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment