The Search - My First Poem

This is one of my first poems I have written. I wrote it while trying to write a poem, here is what I came up with.

Wrapped cold on the couch,

This is where poems are found.

Found like the loose change,

Digested by your furniture

A Poems that is real

As real as the goose bumps on my skin.

Not forced, not fake. An unstoppable flow

Like a damn opening what for so long it held back

Here on this coach a poem is found.

When form is forgotten and words flow,

forming a river down a page.

It is here I find you;

Locked away. With a key this poem only knows.

Hands stiffen, like the words I write.

Afraid to reach down to deep. Pull

Myself from inside.

Blood chills, heart slows. All is still.

My lips; icicles hanging from ledges

That can hold no more.

Where is my warmth?

This blanket wrapped around me holds nothing in,

Not even me. It’s as thin as the shirt on my back,

The skin on my bones.

Wrapped cold on this couch

A poem is what I have.