Hollow Hands

One day you will find a letter

Words escaping form a drowning man

Giving in

Losing hope

Surrendering

To the hands of time

So hard to see what's leaving you

The youth draining from our eyes

So hard to feel what's killing us

The slow, collapsing of our lives

My hands have lost their substance

They slowly lose all shape before my eyes

Always shaking

Always thinning

Always numb

Always fading

In the light of day