Holding My Own Hands...

Staring into space with a hollow gaze

A vacuum so deeply engraved that it feels empty

Comprehending all but one simple truth

A virtue long forgotten yet found again for encore

Slapping myself to self-righteous consciousness

Wavering into thoughts of inconclusive destination

Battling invisible wounds that grazed within

From all exteriors to interiors yet never seen

Conspiring methods to steer away from obvious

What was not written in stone still gotten served

A very cold shake in a warm liquefying heart

Saving all for nothing and nothing for all

While I thought it was all for something more

It was just warm enough to jolt into the core

Thus lie the commandments in loose sands

All that remains to be held are my own hands