Out Of Reach
/An exquisite form of torture
To desire what one can’t have
A burn that lasts forever
No response to cooling salve.
A cut that can’t be sutured
Wrapped with bandages quite tight
Heart’s blood still faintly showing
Through the gauze at morning’s light.
No doctor’s pill to take away
The endless wanting dream
No ear could listen close enough
To hear the soul’s soft scream.
Though outward face is stoic
Inward mind is left to cry
The thoughts that never go away
Until the time you die.
By James Geehring
From: United States
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