Hands Held Out for Holding

The shadows of the night fall across everything
Candles flicker in the darkness
Awaiting the dawning hour
Everyone is yawning waiting sleeps approach
But I stand hands out for holding
And there is never anyone there

What happened in this vacant life
That turns everyone from me
What unkind words have I said
That makes everyone walk away
Maybe one day I’ll find the answer
Written on a stone tablet somewhere

In the meantime I stand here
Waiting for the flicker of morning’s light
Hands held out for holding
As night passes into day
Like a blind man awaiting someone
To show him the way

(14 April 2007)

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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