I pass a dead hand
on myself
like a long branch
broken down into the air
searching for its trunk;
and to feel the shiver
of its painful demise;
sans whole, and thereafter
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
A challenging, introspective poem
So much thanks dear Sir Vijay Nair Jee.
Thoughtful poem.