Woven Hands

Twined together through the darkest phases.

It's resting on my shoulder,

touching my fingertips.

Caressing my neck,

and breathing my oxygen. 

Left me in my world,

of the infamous darkness.

Taken the suns light,

and it's warm essence.

It's a revealing image,

Eyes mocking existence.

and slamming your words,

right back down your throats.

It's pitch black in here,

it's like breathing in nothing,

and when your eyes can't see,

there's no meaning in colors.

But, I feel the warmth.

A sensation running through my hands,

lighting up a corner of my life.

Soaking up all the stress. 

It's your hand I'm holding.

Your hand that's my relief;

it's your warmth giving me,

all I ever needed..

Reviews

[quinfinn]

when your eyes can't see there's no meaning in colors...very nice wording.
this whole thing is a delight to read and the way you reveal your intent at the end is abrupt and gentle at the same time. very nicely done.

[~Lizzy♬]

I love this poem, I read it before, but never reviewed it. I really liked the way you put beauty into this poem. The pictures lightens up the poem a lot too.

~Lizzard~

[mi-chan]

very well written ^^ i especially liked this line:
"and when your eyes can't see,
there's no meaning in colors."

Nice job! =)

[Erinne S.]

One word..... Beautiful!

~Erinne

[Ladysue]

a wonderful flow and beautifully expressed...great last verse...

[CagedBIRDsings]

I really like this poem. It flows nicely and it gives people a sense of hope when the days are dark and suffocating. I really liked it ~ ♥ good job :3

[Zack Burton]

That's very good. Not too much emotional sappy-ness, not too much rhyme, and even, balanced rhythm. I like this one a lot.

[Evan Kleve]

You are an amazing writer. That's all I can say. You are an amazing writer.

[Kyla H]

The way you describe everything is so beautiful, this was a good read. Well done.