Hollow Hands

one day you will find a letter 
words escaping form a drowning man 
giving in 
losing hope 
surrendering 
to the hands of time 

so hard to see what's leaving you 
the youth draining from our eyes 

so hard to feel what's killing us 
the slow, collapsing of our lives 

my hands have lost their substance 
they slowly lose all shape before my eyes 
always shaking 
always thinning 
always numb 
always fading 
in the light of day