Touched

I want the intangible to touch me
To reach out of my hour of need
And hold me in his embrace
Stop terrorizing the late afternoon
With delusional daggers in my pillow
My silence cries on this page
The screams that no one hears
Louder than the throat can rival
Choked with silent, searing tears
Obsessed to the exclusion of reality
And haunted by my inability
To vocalize that one thought
I feel unnamed terrors
Intangible tremors, and
Hesitate like a weather vane
Blown by two winds
I want the intangible to reach me
Touch my deepest need
Release me from his hold and
Stop terrorizing the late afternoon.

Jamie Morris
March 25, 1994

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