Ray Mesa

Rookie (5/17/89 / Grand Forks)

Man Without Hands - Poem by Ray Mesa

I just can't find a word, I can't find any symbol to explain
This god damn sick and disturbed pain
climbing and swimming in my veins

I can't inform you how I just need to be reborn
I'm a man without hands
I just can't stand alone anymore
I'm a wet mess, From my tear duct to my sweat glands

I can't spell out any words
I can't pull out this phone cord
I can't! I can't!
I just can't stand this useless rant
about it allways being my damn fault
So the weight of the world, Stops in a sudden hault
Falling down my arms, like a nickel rolling down a street
Into the oceans and into the lava's burning heat

I'm a man that can't fight
Won't fight a battle like this
I'm a simple man, just can't get no sleep
and has only one simple wish

For hands to hold
Hands to touch
hands to wipe away the mold
hands to wave when in a rush
I just want hands so I can strangle someone who needs to die
Hands to cover my face when I cry

Comments about Man Without Hands by Ray Mesa

  • (5/9/2006 5:14:00 PM)

    Ray, Ray my good man, how did you go astray? i couldnt really stand this useless rant either: O. you had a good idea with the nickel, i think you should have kept that going n it was brimmed with passion which i dig. this prose style is more raw & emotive than the concise style and you have to be careful & have a clear agenda- develop it in lines that you feel in yourself to be most fit. i only want you to get better! keep em coming, Sus. & i see you're five years my junior, well, you had some fine ideas & thought patterns here coming from what must indeed be a most mature boy. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 9, 2006

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