Quench

Loss
is the worst form of torment
cut from the same
cloth
as emotions that you bare
A sudden end
to the sentence
left
hanging in mid air

Depth
increases pressure
it circulates the blood
turns your face
in to meet itself
to defend
all it could

Safe
I would rather be uncertain
than to half my life
Removed
by a phone call
There is no thirst
you cannot quench
deep inside of me
Am I left here to fall?