A Hand

Take my hand

You hurt and pained

Take my hand

You weak at heart

Take my hand

Oh lonely man

Take it.

Can you not see.

For as you always have

Blindly.

You sit still

Against the wall

You mutter to yourself

You stare at the floor

You imagine

That you’re happy.

But once you take hold

Of my hand

You will see

What you have always missed.

You say no

You say you have what you want.

And I sigh.

And you return.

To weep in your satisfaction.