The Lonesome Champ
Strange, but in the midst of this cheering,
jubilating crowd,
the unbearably lonesome silence within him
is much too loud,
now he pines for the reassuring warmth
of a beloved's hand
as he stands in the glare of public adulation
in a faraway land,
as they shake his hand, pat his back,
give him some hugging,
but touching, which is a function of numbness,
is not feeling.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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