Empty Hand

An insight poem about glut giving.

Empty Hand

By DC

I walked out empty handed granted to me as I was.

Why was no penny left to fortune givers?

Is it time that begets thee and punish me of jealousy,

Is it selflessness that looks on the spirit and serves destiny carelessly,

Why do city lights keep shining if creeps hides in relentless dark happiness?

This and that we write of love we bear on thy futile land,

Yet we walk on curios lands with no chains and grip from reality.

We thought life could have no consequences,

that in order for our hearts to flourish in this times,

that it needs to be selfish and arrogant in their little ways.

But what if we are the the impulsive ones?

We are giving and selfish on our emotions,

that it left your soul hanging on wasted bridge.

We are selfish on our passion that it never reached the silhouettes.

Of all of this things with barren shape and its original form,

We are always limited on our selfishness on desires that we never did express it.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Life is lesson and more lesson Gabriel.
"Why do city lights keep shining if creeps hides in relentless dark happiness?
This and that we write of love we bear on thy futile land,
Yet we walk on curios lands with no chains and grip from reality.
We thought life could have no consequences,"
I could write a book from the above statements. It is sad. Most of us are just thieves and takers. Thank you Gabriel for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Gabriel Gloria D.C.]

I am greatly moved by your comment and would gladly see it in one of your own writings as well. I always see this poem as my insight on being too selfless that we become selfish on the world, but this new perspective shows me a lot of different more pallet that I can choose to look.

[Coyote Poetry]

You did well. A powerful poem shared.

[Rye]

that in order for our hearts to flourish in this times,
that it needs to be selfish and arrogant in their little ways.
But what if we are the the impulsive ones?
We are giving and selfish on our emotions,
that it left your soul hanging on wasted bridge.

I REALLY like this part of your write, makes me ponder.
Awesome write

[Gabriel Gloria D.C.]

Heey ryanna thaanks for the compliment!