The fingers of loneliness <br />can sometimes touch the warmest heart <br />making it feel isolated <br />when no one is around. <br />We stand on pinnacles of our own desire <br />that are often consumed by fire <br />leaving us scorched and lonely, <br />too heated to be touched. <br />We feel engulfed in sadness, <br />our shouts cannot be heard <br />and we wonder what we have said <br />when we have no angry words. <br />Our hearts beat a distant beat <br />that echoes out to no one <br />when the fingers of loneliness <br />touch deep inside our soul. <br /> <br />17 September 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fingers-of-loneliness/
