state of mind

i tell myself i am alive

in a constant state of desire and

fearful of his shrive,

and running through the briars.

constantly trying 

to replicate life before 

you dying. 

dreaming to find

 every last surface 

in my mind 

 begging for catharsis. 

desperate to remind

myself of that which you touch,

peace of mind

a forgotten crutch. 

desperately clinging 

to the thermal prints

of which my heart ​​is wringing

momentary glints

of what i truly miss, 

more than anything.