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I Long for Human Touch

Updated on April 6, 2012

I Long for Human Touch

By Tony DeLorger © 2011

I long for human touch, the reassurance I am not alone,

when thoughts like darts do pierce my flesh,

and leave me bleeding dark blood.

It is me who creates this singularity,

this reclusive wretch born of the vision.

I see the waves of life thrash the shores of darkness,

bidding wayward souls to step into the flow.

They cry hapless in self-denial,

feeling the victims of a harsh callous world.

They see not their own ineptitude.

We all long for touch, connection, shared responsibility,

to vanquish the doubts of reality, the harping irrepressible truth.

But there is no escape from the vision, no blissful ignorance to claim,

just the stark cold light, illuminating our fears,

and dragging us from our imprisonment.

Those cold steel bars that enclose us choose not to be,

they are the will of fear, the persuader of doubt.

They exist by our hand, fashioned for preservation,

the inability to flow in the reckless abandon of life’s passage,

the unknowing path of destiny.

My thoughts imprison me with forged steel, impenetrable,

for the vision is too real, too devastating to accept.

Racked with guilt, I have fallen prey to my humanity,

seen too much to take part in the gasping last breath,

of a world without kindness.

What I see ends me, makes shallow my breath, and stills my heart,

cripples the hope I once shared and leaves me questioning.

I dare not discard those bars, for fear I will become one with my nightmare,

and drown in the compassion that overwhelms me,

tears at my heart.

I long for human touch, the assurance that dreams are possible,

that only good can prevail and that prisons are temporary.

I pray that my vision is tempered, transformed by a loving hand,

and given flight.

I pray for change and more gentle thoughts.


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      Tony DeLorger 6 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Thanks for your kind words Pixienot.

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      Pixienot 6 years ago from Clarksville, Indiana


      Your poem was indeed stirring and sad. I know the feeling of needing human touch. It is sad and painful.

      However, once it subsides, it is up to us to go forward and rebuild a life that involves others and presents the possiblity of never being alone again.

      Thank you so much for this very insightful work.

      Voted up and awesome.

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      Tony DeLorger 6 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      To stir a mind to consideration and reflection is all a poet can ask. Thanks sem.

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      Sembj 6 years ago

      Tony: Sometimes I think my psyche is like some storm tossed entity and despite my best efforts my situation is dependent on the weather which I cannot do anything about. We can merely hope it will change - and even a prayer to an absent deity can do no harm in such circumstances.

      And thoughts of how alone each of us really are.

      And how painful life can be and usually is.

      These are some of the things that drift across my mind after reading your poem.

      I hope I have not done the poem too much injustice since it is so fine.