Ensnared By Touch









Ensnared By Touch

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#6 in my Phobia Series. A poem about 'dementophobia' and how you can choose to embrace it, (in a weird and twisted sense.) Thank you for reading. <3

Ensnared By Touch

D E M E N T O P H O B I A

D E M E N T O P H O B I A is the fear of going insane or losing touch with reality.

All I crave is to be understood.

All I crave is to be understood. But how can I,

All I crave is to be understood. But how can I, when there's a stranger in my skin?

Cradling my dreams,

Cradling my dreams, she steals them as fuel

Cradling my dreams, she steals them as fuel and blazes them,

Cradling my dreams, she steals them as fuel and blazes them, leaving the remnants

Cradling my dreams, she steals them as fuel and blazes them, leaving the remnants upon dampened linens.

She's a contradiction,

She's a contradiction, we are the epitome of conflict

She's a contradiction, we are the epitome of conflict and I fear I will lose.

She's a contradiction, we are the epitome of conflict and I fear I will lose. Yet again.

I will lose. Yet again.

I will lose.

Although,

Although, there are days of peace,

Although, there are days of peace, unperturbed nights when I remember

Although, there are days of peace, unperturbed nights when I remember what it is like

Although, there are days of peace, unperturbed nights when I remember what it is like to swim,

Although, there are days of peace, unperturbed nights when I remember what it is like to (drown in heaven's waters.)

But numbness

But numbness ushers me into dismay

But numbness ushers me into dismay and I embrace chaos like a lover;

But numbness ushers me into dismay and I embrace chaos like a lover; my bed-mate wraps me in its

But numbness ushers me into dismay and I embrace chaos like a lover; my bed-mate wraps me in its lip-locked lunacy

But numbness ushers me into dismay and I embrace chaos like a lover; my bed-mate wraps me in its lip-locked lunacy and I inhale its

But numbness ushers me into dismay and I embrace chaos like a lover; my bed-mate wraps me in its lip-locked lunacy and I inhale its closeted embrace.

So we match

So we match our moisaced masterpieces,

So we match our moisaced masterpieces, make love

So we match our moisaced masterpieces, make love to our insecurities

So we match our moisaced masterpieces, make love to our insecurities and Chaos imprisons me

So we match our moisaced masterpieces, make love to our insecurities and Chaos imprisons me to wait out the morn.

(Order stole my words,

(Order stole my words, I was kept on the shelf,

(Order stole my words, I was kept on the shelf, but Chaos spasms my heart.)

"Normalcy starves the soul of a much-needed catharsis."

"Normalcy starves the soul of a much-needed catharsis." Iqra.

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