lost

dont touch the wall,the stench is still too strong,
you can still feel, the scattered mass beneath.
dont breadth so deep,your pain shall not stay long.
your health may stir the movements of your feet.

dont touch the floor,the creatures will rise too soon.
out of death and thrive again to kill
dont touch the mass,they shall rise with the rising moon
devouring your soul ,till you cannot resit, even with the utmost will.

dont touch my hand ,my infected being longs to be loved in the rain
my face has shriveled to a shadowy form , lost its reason to smile
dont touch my hair ,its luster gone , matted , dry stains of pain remain.
my body aches to lie down, but i must, wait beside the heinous pile

dont touch my feet ,you cannot stoop ,so low as i have
my desires reek of unknown power, to seek all i want.
dont touch my heart, its still ,so very weekly naive.
hopes for love, unknowing the truth she must confront.

dont touch my soul,its strangely restless, almost breaking free
my tears drop rippling by onto the earthen mesh.
dont touch my thoughts, let them fly amongst the casuarina tree.
lost in the wind, my breath awaits , of life starting afresh.