Satisfaction is impossible
Still stubborn hope arises
From a heart that aches
And throbs for distraction
For a word a touch a taste
Will push away discomfort
Dispell despair and doom
Carefully Close the chasm
A language without words
Seals the gaping gashes
Knit from time and touch
Becomes a healing action
Jul 5, 2023
Jul 5, 2023 at 11:33 PM UTC
Satisfaction is impossible
Still stubborn hope arises
From a heart that aches
And throbs for distraction
For a word a touch a taste
Will push away discomfort
Dispell despair and doom
Carefully Close the chasm
A language without words
Seals the gaping gashes
Knit from time and touch
Becomes a healing action
Like watching sports in a hospital bed. Broken body, wistfully dreaming.
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