Hollow hands

A dark and empty hollow has come
To this house once more.
The night creeps in robbing
The day of it’s play.
Numb skin burns as electric
Fire rages through all I touch.
Such hesitation in the night
Dark corners of the mind
Wander like wolves hunting
Children’s dreams.
Taking each as if their own.
Fill this aching heart.



About prewitt1970

Born in a vineyard in 1970, napa valley to be exact. Published Poet, International Artist, Cancer survivor and Advocate for young onset Parkinson's disease. "Be brave, Be bold and thrive in the life you have." c.2012
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