Touch(é )

She wanted to be held, touched and cuddled,
And also a company for every step she took,
Why is the mind playing a game so muddled,
Is this the end or is brain playing the crook.

She had these feelings,
Quite regularly,
Unexplainable it was,
But a torture.

Anxiety is known to everyone,
But when it hits you, no one ever knows,
She did not know how to express this, but
She wanted to be held, touched and cuddled.

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Jacob John

Jacob John is an Engineer who likes to follow “simple living and high thinking”. Writing poem helps him see the world differently, so he wants to make it a serious hobby.