Empty Handed

With every handshake
That means nothing
Just another mistake
Trying to do something
Why do I wake?
I’m not coming

With every high five
I’m not happy
My life a lie
He makes me
Want to die
Can’t save me

With every reach
Again
I won’t see
Enemy, friend
Just me
And my end

With every empty hand
Stripped of everything
I can’t stand
Good for me
Not ever a man
Always nothing

With every second
Heaven’s light…
Beckons
Hell is bright
No regrets
I die tonight

Or maybe tomorrow
Whenever, too soon
But no sorrow
What am I to do?
Don’t bother coming
You won’t understand it
I’m nothing
Empty Handed

Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.