Anastasia Denise Johnson


Just Needs A Hand To Hold - Poem by Anastasia Denise Johnson

My hands are empty and starving for love
I'm looking to the heavens, and screaming up above
I'm afraid of a touch, and afraid of affection
I don't know what's love, I can't make connection
Loneliness flows in and poisons me at night
I'll lay a knife on my wrist and just let it bite.
Why would anyone want such a problem like me?
And my amount of ugly, I can come to agree.
But does anyone notice, Does anyone care?
When I got sick, would you hold back my hair?
Would any one hold me and my scabbed over arms?
Would anyone cover my ears to alarm?
Would any guy ever want such a mess?
Could any man handle all of this stress?
I've come to a conclusion, I'll always me alone
Where it's dark in the funhouse, and the demons, they moan.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 3, 2009



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