What Is In My Hands? Poem by Daniel Richards

Here’s a thought I bring to you
I hope you understand,
What is in my hands?
Walk alone on open empty roads
Surviving if I can.....

Broken by the weight
Of all the words I wish to say
Trapped in all the places
From which I wish I could run away

As they broke my bones they cracked my mind and
Exposed a hole in my soul and stole my pride
Now on sunny days, I look behind and I
Cast no shadow,

Broken by the weight, and fouled by the woe

Here’s a thought I bring to you
I hope you understand,
What is in my hands?
Walk alone on open empty roads
Surviving if I can.....