A reach if I’ve ever heard one; yeah I suppose I’m not funny… hell what am I talking about, I’m funny, I’m just the joke and not the comedian. Empty Handed… when you have nothing to hold what is there left to do really but fall; didn’t have to let go.
With every handshake
That means nothing
Just another mistake
Trying to do something
Why do I wake?
I’m not coming
With every high five
I’m not happy
My life a lie
He makes me
Want to die
Can’t save me
With every reach
Again
I won’t see
Enemy, friend
Just me
And my end
With every empty hand
Stripped of everything
I can’t stand
Good for me
Not ever a man
Always nothing
With every second
Heaven’s light…
Beckons
Hell is bright
No regrets
I die tonight
Or maybe tomorrow
Whenever, too soon
But no sorrow
What am I to do?
Don’t bother coming
You won’t understand it
I’m nothing
Empty Handed
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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