You in your closed bleeding hands

The palm that closes
Cannot hold anything
Just like this narrow mind
Unable to grapple with
What is newly given

I see your fingers are closed
I tried to tickle you so they may open
I tried to tell you something puzzling
You closed your fingers some more

What is it that you are hiding there?
It is causing you so much pain
Your hands bleed, please open them
Is it the nail? Is it a broken glass?

You are not nodding still
Is it something so important?
That even with death you still refuse?
You are not nodding still
You shake your head, you keep mum
And numb to what I am asking

So be it, close your fingers
Hide the lines in your palms
Let your hands bleed some more
We shall wait what happens next

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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