Soft padded leather,
pulled thin over thick rubber.
Snapped up, then launched to the pair of hands
that belonged to him—
Never again can he feel her skin on his finger tips,
her hair in his palm, threaded through his fingers.
Bandages—
wrapped tight over a stubbed wrist.
Sorrow engulf like the ocean,
Drowning you until you can't breathe.
Like getting the losing hand and going home empty handed.
Leaving everything you have behind.
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My Thoughts
PoetryA collection of short stories and poems through the years. Just some random thoughts and ideas thrown in there.
