Desire of Comfort

I can’t tell you what’s wrong,

cause I don’t know myself.

There’s a fist caught between

                                    my ribs,

and it’s nails are digging in.

Breathing’s getting harder now;

fresh air won’t fill my lungs.

I don’t want to talk to you,

but hold me anyway. 

Reviews

[Collyn]

I love this... I would pick out favorite lines in this poem but all of the lines in this poem are my favorite. Beautifully written and wonderful flow. I love your poetry's simplicity. It always leaves me stunned. Marvelous work!

[Skye]

I'm so glad you enjoy it! Thank you for your kind review :)

[RuseInex]

speaks of the conflict between love and hate to me, i.e.: hating what my love says or does and yet loving her ohh soo much, "don't know myself," you have a great ability to get a point across with short lines and well chosen words

[Skye]

Thank you :)

[sweetsaltywords]

I most definitely agree with the comment below. You have such a way with words and I was able to imagine everything you wrote. Very beautiful indeed. Thank you for sharing.

[Skye]

Thank you for reviewing :)

[Cymery Naomi Martell]

This speaks to me--as a woman in particular. Lol. You did a wonderful job with metaphorical imagery. I liked it a lot--well done!

[Skye]

Thank you for your review :)