Hands

Hands




Tick…tick…tick

Meant nothing before

Now my heart cries

Knowing they are not infinite



Will there be enough

To mend my errors

How foolish was I

To think they had no end



So many dreams

wasted on routine

Oh Lord, please

Just a few more



Tick…tick…tick

How I hate the sound

Of hands

Which I can not tie



Do I have enough

To speak the untold

Please grant me the days

To unveil my heart



The last sunrise approaches

With precision and speed

Will they ever know

The love they had from me



Tick…tick… …


By Brian K. Walters