Is there anything out there?
Something to extract the void
Felt so deep inside, crying for
Acceptance and belonging.
A promise to be something
Vanishing with each passing
Tick on the hung wooden clock.
The weight of time creeping
In with every heartbeat.
A wanting to be more than
I am but prisoner to my own
Body, shackled in chains on
The sidewalks of life.
Passersby’s care and so with
A little hope I reach out hoping
To feel the texture of the palm
Of light, only to feel the space between
Of what should have been there.
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