Touch my soul

Touch my soul

I feel the fingers

Tugging at the corners

Where the lustre is worn

With too much lost

To touch up with nail varnish

There was a time

When tippex covered

A multitude of sins

Words we never said

In spite of their power

Jumpstart my heart

It has stalled

In its efforts to override

The effect of jeopardy

The ice cold hand

Of expectation

Squeezing the air

From collapsed lungs

Like toothpaste

There is still a soul

To find

Among the ashes

Expose hidden fears

Where they lie waiting

To be uncovered

It is the final act

Of a fallen angel

Who has long since

Lost his wings

But is yearning still

To fly.