Here’s a thought I bring to you <br />I hope you understand, <br />What is in my hands? <br />Walk alone on open empty roads <br />Surviving if I can..... <br /> <br />Broken by the weight <br />Of all the words I wish to say <br />Trapped in all the places <br />From which I wish I could run away <br /> <br />As they broke my bones they cracked my mind and <br />Exposed a hole in my soul and stole my pride <br />Now on sunny days, I look behind and I <br />Cast no shadow, <br /> <br />Broken by the weight, and fouled by the woe <br /> <br />Here’s a thought I bring to you <br />I hope you understand, <br />What is in my hands? <br />Walk alone on open empty roads <br />Surviving if I can.....<br /><br />Daniel Richards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-in-my-hands/
