Empty hands.

Am reaching out.

Plenty I will say,
please let me stay.
I have no place to go,
I have no one to talk to.
I strive to achieve, less I receive,
If I come to you sick and tired,
will you care and offer me rest?
If I come to you hungry and filthy,
will you feed me or let me wash?
If I could only give, indeed than less.
I see no further future, only total darkness.
I have no one beside me, am all in a mess.