Final Touch


The brunt force of touch
Swollen colors and such
Pierced softness bleeding still
Torn by vicious human appeal

Open mine eyes
All is still
No one even notices
I'm still here

Waving my arms
They no longer felt torn
My voice went unheard
As mine eyes filled with tears

As I watched I felt loved
Then I floated away
No other fear pain or sorrow
Can touch this final day.

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