Submissions by xXSneakyDemonsXx

These hands I have, are calloused and strong,
Jagged and rough, but still warm to the touch,
They've held and they've carried, my whole life long,
I owe to my hands, a thanking of much,
These hands I have, ever changing through life,
From the fragile hands of a newborn child,
To the loving hands that will hold my wife,
They've witness'd events both tranquil and wild,
These hands I have, these portals to new lands,
To the lifeless planes of paper and clay,
They bring life, with the detail it demands,
Bringing color, to a blind world of grey,...

My fragile mind is a broken chain,
Once hopeful and kind, now swallowed in pain,
It sinks in the sorrows,
As rusted links do,
Down to the bottom,
Left lonely to stew,
In the limitless ocean,
Who's waves can't relate,
To the hurt of a mad man,
Now broken by fate.