Soft the whispers, soft almost below <br />hearing, faint the vision, the clasp of <br />this that would be a warm embrace <br />to defrost the soul slowly turning into <br />stone as the ice of reality thickens <br />in my daily life <br /> <br />The official text is freezing the blood <br />in my veins; my heart stops beating <br />as cold lines cut deep ridges carrying <br />dreams away, intense cold cutting <br />time into thinner slices shattering <br />glass leaving shards <br /> <br />That cleave the heart, no words to <br />carry the sensation of caress, no <br />sweet words to evoke images of <br />being, life is out of reach<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-is-out-of-reach/
