MY HAND ACHES

MY HAND ACHES

A Poem by Rene Velez

I took them off,
like old work clothes
with global stains,

I may have been bias,
my best in artistry,
sharing things I
thought about,
and from experiences,
I've learned lessons,

I took them off,
and on one knee
I have witnessed
a generation degrade,
stifled, with so much time
lost, like autumn, seeds
will never grow,

was I born too early?
or born too late?
help,
is only a four letter word,
and one, no one is willing
to use

I took them off
because my hand ache,
and I'm tired of writing
...writing with no voice.

© 2019 Rene Velez


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Rene Velez
Rene Velez

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