Fragile Hands

-Fragile Hands-
by
Keaton Foster



Out of place
Out of frame
A broken man
With fragile Hands
Afraid to touch
Afraid to feel
Incapable I’ve become
An emotionless void
My heart only beats for life
In despite of me
Without concern for me
My mind, furious at times
Fights all rationale
Why am I here
Increasingly unclear
What will I do
Darkness of truth
Confessing my sins
To my god of nothing
Sure he is not listening
Certain he hears nothing
Nonetheless, I continue
The hypocritical nature
Of who I am
Knows no bounds
Some would say
That I have it all
A wife that loves me
Children that believe in me
A talent to express myself
Indeed there is some truth
To their ignorant statements
But I can assure you
As well as them
That I have least of all
These fragile hands
Have left me unable to feel
Unable to know
Love, life, expression
In any way, shape or form
I am as hopeless as the sea
Adrift in a dream
That feels like being alive
But in reality
I am all but dead inside
Bound by the spell of time
I am alive, but nothing else…



Fragile Hands
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.