Insanity or Memory?

You say you gave
your heart and soul to me
and you claim you set me free
then tell me this
where did the feel and sense
of loving go…?

as you hid beneath the snow
of winter's storms
when I nearly died
for lack of touch

Why does your self-made
prison mean so much
to you…?

as you pass your time among
memories long spun
into a tale of fantasy
less truth

enchanting with a minor variation
twisting with a lie
yet for the flesh to flourish
the feel of soul must be applied
in generous helpings of
the touch and feel of love

while you prefer to die
within your ordered skies
of mind minus passion
living on emotion
better left behind
in the haunts of shattered mind
and you . . .

? Michaelette ?

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