Wasted
Touch myself no one else
Cooked it black to throw it out
Taste my despair it’s in the air
Gazed around no friends about
See my pain there not to gain
An awful stench flowed throughout
Smell my fear it’s not here
Screamed my insight no doubt
Hear my cry before I die
Vinod K A
Mon 24th Dec 2018 04:44
Very nice poetry. Really like the way it is told