A Poem From Yesteryear

skull

i long to touch flesh

to feel some sense of something

that caress, that song

of which i am so lacking

isn’t it so tragic

that here i am alone

with a heart full of magic

so useless

so prone

to the tigers that are waiting

to dream is

suffocating

a longing so hopeless

its pain so close

so give me something to cling to

anything

 just help me a little

help me

belong

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