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Poem: Touch

9/6/2016

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Whey - I'm back. Here's a poem a wrote a while back after deciding to have a play-around with free form style.  I feel the poem kinds of explains itself. Don't forget like, share or comment if you particularly enjoyed it. 
 
I see him
With you
In this iron clad embrace.
His eyes
Scanning your drives and pathways.
 
His fingerprints
Forcing ink
Within your shivering sides
Overwriting all emotion.
His branding sinking in.
 
It kills the current in those deadwood wires,
The what-could-have-beens and dreams within -
Hacked by hardware overload.
 
And you show no remorse,
No joy. Not even a shimmer of warmth
Nothing earthly sprouting from your manner
No pounce, no chase to brighten your soured eyes.
You can’t just stand there -
It barely makes you mortal.
 
I’ve tried to salvage what’s left.
Hell, I can’t arouse you  
From this hibernated state.
But heaven forbid,
Find yourself a fortunate friend
Whose touch would set your soul alight again.

And to here's a friendlier kind of touch. For nostalgia's sake. 
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