Poem: Out of reach
By Pasqual Torres

Here I sit alone with my thoughts
not sure of my next move

So broken hearted, so deeply scarred
just hoping to improve

The wistfullness of my soul
desires something new

So twitterpated and hopelessly jaded
just looking for something to hold onto

I yearn for more and stretch out my hand
to reach for true happiness

And in return I lose my arm
and everything else with it