JUST ONE TOUCH

Shoving, crawling,                         

Scraping, chaffing.

My voice taut,

Bone and sinew stretched out.

My target;

The hem of Your garment.

 

For twelve years,

A filthy rag,

An ugly street dog;

That is what my mirror showed me.

 

For twelve years,

Blood and tears,

Pain, anxiety, and fear,

Are the friends that held me dear.

 

For twelve years,

Twelve dead rats,

Twelve dead bats,

Are the perfumes that engulfed me.

 

For twelve years,

Pill after pill,

Prod after prod,

Guinea pig, guinea dog,

 

For twelve years,

Shilling after shilling,

Doctor after doctor,

Eluded me, deserted me.

 

So I reach out:

Shoving, crawling,

Scraping, chaffing.

My voice taut,

Bone and sinew stretched out.

My target;

The hem of Your garment.

Written by Edgard The Bard