Untouched

[Dodge]

Untouched

The endless low buzzes in my brain.
Supersonic rushes gone.
What can I do to end the suffering?

There I sit,
Clutching at the morsels of sanity.
Yet there they remain
Beyond my grasp
Untouched.

Swollen body a ship,
Lead-ridden heart sinking.
Begging for the plethora of emotions.
Yet still they remain
Beyond my grasp
Untouched.

Will I ever reach?
Could I ever reach?
Will power waining...
Distance too far...
Arms powerless...

And so there they'll remain.
Untouched.

[Morlam]

Good depiction of the effects of depression ( or maybe heavy hang-overs when "supersonic rushes gone" ? ) on the body. I like it

[Dodge]

Thanks, I hardly ever read poetry nevermind write it, but I used to study it and felt like getting involved again, felt a surge of creativity one day and came up with that, glad you like it Morlam.

[Perkele]

Since you've studied it, throw me a hints. I've never really read poetry and recently got interested...

[Dodge]

When I say 'it' I mean poetry as a whole.

'Untouched' is all my own work however.

[Perkele]

Well that is what I ment, how does one study poetry to being with.