Cold Poem by Victoria Keret

His stare penetrates my soul
His touch burns my skin
But he is so cold, so still

I talk to him but he doesn't answer
I move him but he is so tranquil

So I look at him and try to dig into his soul
Guessing what would he have said
Thinking of what would have he touched

They want to take him away
They say it's my fault
They say his gone
But he is still here
I still can hear the last thing he said
'I'm drowning'