To live without a human touch
aching with need from morn to eve
cocooned in a velour like clutch
of lifeless items aggrieved ...
Round shouldered risers still curled
about the lost image of he
retreat, retreat, he screams unfurl,
you bring yourself this misery!
Chase not the fading face lost;
seek, oh seek, the smiling phantoms
leave off these tearful days embossed
the wound will heal with prayerful alms.
Stand erect arms outstretched untorn
grasp life without the tearful storms.