Reaching

by David Luis
(California )

This state of mind does not become me.

A reaching and outstretched arm with nothing to grab turns into a clenched fist,

this time kept to myself, waiting for a reason to reach again.

Yet another nail hammered in.

Pierce me again, hit me again, leave me reaching again, keep me hoping, hold me down.

The pain becomes addicting.

I need it. I need to feel it again. I need to feel again.