With cold dead hands, a ghost I am to you alone now.   With cold dead hands that are unseen, unfelt, and unanticipated.   With cold dead hands, my visits unknown to you making you shiver, and lips embalmed in ice.   With cold dead hands, I will call on you to feel your...

I want to thank every single person who has come to my Poetry and have read and left comments. Believe it or not, I am still trying to figure out how to navigate here, so it’s not that I...

Death came quickly, I remember. But not quick enough.I suffered. Suicide is painful in so many ways,to myself, to others. And for those others,deep emotional pain followedand internal scars inflicted by my selfishness!By my self-pity!By my own choice! I say this, don't do...