TECHITCH

thoughts like a stream cutting deep the river banks
monotony of the silence broken by the depression
like a plastic bag
suffocating , wincing at your lips
crying for your pleas
words like violence slicing me open
silence not enough
cries in the night "where are you? i cant feel you?"
cold again, so very lost
where are you
turn to an empty bed
still we are together, then
like a broken record visions of times left behind
what now my love , what now