I smile when I’m nervous and sometimes I laugh
there are marks on my skin
some naturally placed
others self-inflicted
I told you I’m afraid of needles
but that doesn’t seem
to matter much anymore
what used to be painful
has transitioned into
this numbing of thought
believe me when I tell you
everything will be fine
once morning comes ‘round
you gaze out picture window
arms behind your back
anticipating moon’s rising
I refrain from breaking the silence
dead certain I only ask
rhetorical questions
january two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
afraid of needles and needless words…wonderful poem
Yes something like that
Wonderful.
Thank you, Brian, I appreciate you saying so.