Hands

Hands! oh sombre hands
How I despise you! 
You rise at night 
To stretch and grow—
Your wretched shadows,
My caged walls.
A terrible dark room
You've become; 
A terrible bad dream
You have made—
The tallest tower of 
Despair: spider shapes 
High in the air; 
The vilest trap of
Sleepless mat: snakes
And ivies intertwined.

But above all the 
Things I fear, 
It is the coming
Of the day—
The day is near
And all is gone—
The silent sky, 
My soundless hands.

Dale Chou
2006-09-15