micheal john

Strange Touch - Poem by micheal john

I stood, i crawled, i walked, i ran.
Till i fell in frazzel,
Ahead i stood in staring,
But the long distance stucked me in discouragement.

I pushed in fatique ankles
My body became heavier than i can bear,
I felt my soul leaving me,
As my body combat with my spirit.

I was already letting go,
Till i felt the touch from behind.
A touch so cold as of snow.
Cold winds blew into my ears,
As strength dazzled into my bones.

All that left me came back.
As i woke in the new strength.
I felt the touch so cold.
Yes a strange touch,
The touch of an Angel am sure.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

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