feelings and free things

while talking with a friend

in the wee hours of the morning

in a mood so dark, in a place of hidden despair

i saw my life slowly dissolve into something

filled with tears for the life I've let pass me by

and with a gap so wide it engulfs all of me

who I am is at stake

I cannot afford to ignore your words

I must reach out and find a life that touches mine

I don't need that touch to be physical

it must be as real as the taste of a peach

or the fragrance of fresh bread

and as warm and moist as a tender kiss

this is the only place i have left to live

this is my last best chance to be free