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Reaching and Grabbing
I have hands-
Thin and skeletal.
They are blind.
They are scared.
They grope in fear-
In desperate search.
They know not for what they reach,
But they dream only of finding it.
They shred the air in burning longing;
They tug at their chains.
They scratch at my vitals;
Digging their way free.
They will never reach
For what they grab.
Their starving tips grazing the surface.
Maddening need.
Burn fierce yearning;
Spawn of emptiness.
Die in smoldering desire.
Fry in this fetish of heart.
I have hands-
They are ghosts.
I am reaching and grabbing,
I am falling and crying.
Can no one tell me for what I search?
Can no one guide my hands to the sun?
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