Reaching out for conversations, reaching out for fun, stretching arms around the nations yet cannot reach no-one
Reaching out in desperation, reaching out for hope, running trying to keep up, yet tired legs cannot cope
Reaching out for you to see them, reaching to be heard, spreading wings to soar on high yet they are a flightless bird
Reaching out to feel you near them, reaching for you to hold, loosely gripping at your ghost yet they have not turned cold
One day you might reach for them for reasons unbeknown, you will be suspended there, feeling so alone
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Little Whispers
PoetryA collection of poetic prose from the depths of a troubled mind *All images are reproduced from Wordpress Media Gallery
