Priscilla's poem begins with gratitude and ends in emptiness. The speaker starts by saying how many meaningful people she has met, but almost at once the tone turns to guilt: she believes she ruins everything she meets or touches. The title, "My Touch," makes that idea central. She sees herself as someone whose very presence damages the things she loves, even though the poem also says she has been hurt many times by the people closest to her.
The short lines near the end feel like a slow shutting down. "Over and over again" suggests exhaustion, and the single word "Now" works like a pause before the admission that she can no longer cry or feel. The mood is bleak and quiet, with no anger or drama, only a flat sense of being worn out. What makes it affecting is that the numbness is described as a loss: she wants to cry, and she can't.