by Jamie McCormick

Created on: April 23, 2009

Touch Me, Tell Me

Something resides
Deep inside of each of us
Longing to reach out -
To touch another,
To take a lover or
Simply find the friendly presence
In someone else's soul.
We are not whole in isolation,
But broken and hidden in places
Too dark and scary to traverse -
The chasms of the forgotten -
Where rotting hearts lie
And beat their final hopes, dying.
But Touch,
The stealthy connector,
Tunnels through the filth
Allowing the sun to penetrate
The shades of lost and lonely.

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