Confessions From A Hotel Room

if you’re not something 

you’re nothing

my ribs scream out 

for someone to touch me

because when I’m bare skinned 

between sheets 

I feel like I’m something

Reviews

[Dave]

Surely you are something, lonely and singular though you may be. Your poem cries out for a soft touch an appreciation and of the willingness to love. Very nicely done.

Take care - Dave

[Coyote Poetry]

Bare sheet and lonely sheet. Needy place to know. Thank you Cas for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Relic]

Wow! This really speaks of the mentality of someone in need, even if it means ignoring her dignity. A story much too prevalent I'm afraid. You did this great.