indignant –
compassion starved from
insatiable insensitivity…
how can there be justification
for callous abandon?
all too often it seems we
close doors,
build walls,
create barricades –
manipulate emotions to protect our hearts from hurt,
yet find,
in the end,
our – selves – starving for a touch –
gentle caress…
friendship –
sweet reprieve for our emaciated souls!
standing too close to the edge 