Hollow Hands
As time clicks away each minute, second by second the emptiness around closes in on me
Dauntless, the loneliness teases and taunts me, whispering cheap creaks through the cracks in the floor boards
The space is welcoming; the walls are forgiving, cold, and somewhat friendly
Hollow hands reach for my friendship, mimicking laughter imitates joy, and satisfaction protrudes nowhere near me.
Lost words, broken thoughts, searching for something to distract me by sight
The lone night presents a faulty security; in truth it’s dangerous and threatening
I am here, self secluded, compellingly weak and sad
I wasn’t ready, ready to be alone without you.
Yet here I stand, by myself
Within these tears
Within these tears you will find confusion and frustration fighting for my emotional attention
You will find beauty redefined through pain and a darken awakening
Within these tears you will find a trek decorated with sporadic discomfort and delirious joy
You will find true expression and literal feeling
Within these tears you will see my heart beat flutter for survival, for life inside this skin struggles to live
You will find a stripped core, bare, naked and cold, soothed by the idea of a passing loneliness
Within these tears you will find the truth about me, the open book of my soul
