Human Touch Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Human Touch



I speak -
The spirit in my loneliness,
My new-found wealth,
Courts your presence

In all that's left aside -
A message on your breath
Dissipating -
Your legacy
My agony

Imaginary paths
Hang; I cannot reach! -
Track the history of warmth -
Human touch -
To bless me

There's none
None

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2014

Thursday, December 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely
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