Here’s a thought I bring to you
I hope you understand,
What is in my hands?
Walk alone on open empty roads
Surviving if I can.....
Broken by the weight
Of all the words I wish to say
Trapped in all the places
From which I wish I could run away
As they broke my bones they cracked my mind and
Exposed a hole in my soul and stole my pride
Now on sunny days, I look behind and I
Cast no shadow,
Broken by the weight, and fouled by the woe
Here’s a thought I bring to you
I hope you understand,
What is in my hands?
Walk alone on open empty roads
Surviving if I can.....
Daniel Richards
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-in-my-hands/
