Out Of Touch Poem by Arthur Garcia

Out Of Touch



Slowly losing the desire to get higher
Coming within reach of the final breach

Creation of satire for the flaming fire
No word to teach for no reason of speech

Goal to top still retaining reality flop
A climb very steep with fall so dam deep

Time begins to stop waiting for last drop
Spirits in weep as body awaits dark sleep

(05/02/10)

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