It is only human nature
to reach out desperately into the abyss
when you are lost
in the hope that something on the other side
will accept your hand warmly.
Speaking from experience, no such embrace ever came.
But if I tried hard enough, I could kid myself
in to feeling that phantom touch.
Like exchanging money for a dog,
devotion for a caress.
I wish that I could serve
if only to replace the faithlessness within myself.
Mind, body, and soul.
Possession beyond possessions.
Sometimes I see Him
in the eyes of an ordinary man.
His lips curve to accommodate his laughter;
his laughter, like gospel.
Then his muscles relax
and reveal a wrinkle.
Bio: Lola is a young, working-class poet from North Wales. Her work has been published on Headline Poetry, Another North, and the Literary yard. More of Lola's poetry can be found at lolastansburyjones.wordpress.com
Image Credit: Mads Schmidt Rasmussen