it was within my reach <br />but i keep my hands inside my pocket <br />my eyes compensated <br />but soon did they close <br />and rested upon the <br />clutches of <br />Reason and then there <br />was this quiet <br />where the immortal soul <br />sleeps<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-decision/
