I just read this poem and I felt it.. I don’t know how to explain but it seemed as if this poem is written, keeping me in mind. Well that is funny because many people would feel the same… and many wouldn’t. But I know I did. Here it is-
Touch Me
by A Thomas Hawkins
Touch me,
it doesn’t matter where
and it doesnt matter how
I need to know I’m still alive
so someone touch me now
Shake my hand and say hello
or pat me on the back
kiss me on the cheek
that I may feel this sense I lack
slap my face and pull my hair
make me bleed I just don’t care
dig your nails into my skin
so I can feed this need within
I’ve been numb for such a time
that even pain would be sublime
so touch me, touch me now
I don’t care where, I don’t care how.
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