I reach out my hand.
To feel the clouded emptiness.
And grasp the clefts of a void.
Fighting struggling and writhing in pain.
To get a grip on the rails of life.
I realize that the more I hold.
The lesser I'm in control.
The more I rush.
The slower I move.
Losing nerve.
Breaking calm.
The more I wish.
The lesser I get.
And so I walk slow.
Ambling gracefully.
Loosen my hair.
Breathe the air.
Only to realize.
That what I lost on the way...was LIFE! ! !
Rishi Kaul
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/void-65/
