Everything I Touch

The leaves die in the fall
and I’m that cold wind.
The cancer that kills
all cells within.
Everything I touch
just wilts with a nudge
as the glares and the smiles
all start to judge.
When the sun finally rises
and winter’s away.
The grass in the fields
all raise to the day.
But my back yard withers.
All so sad to see,
that everything I touch
dies to its knees.
Beautiful, but yet
with a touch it is crumbled.
Unknown to me,
my touch only stumbles.
Loosening the dirt
with sweet talk of a dove.
So quick into lust.
So quick into love.
When all is settled.
At last a right match.
That match lights in flames,
and dies to ashes so fast.
This winter’s a cold one,
as the cancer spreads thick.
Clenching last breathes,
and killing so quick.
A life so familiar,
Living’s a tease
because everything I touch
dies to its knees.