“Your Comfort is an Empty Solace” – Short Poem

Do not try

To wrap your arms around my bleeding body

When I am attempting to let go

Of the blood that flies.

I am attempting to let go of the book

Full of pages, stung by the ink,

Of feelings that have turned into the blackness

Of their ebony shape,

Laid upon the white

As I met you in the same

Image, to my fright.