How poetic can you be? Write a poem about what you see!

A hand from the shadows

Grasping at the light

Fighting to interpose

Freedom from their plight

But the light is tricky

Moving all around

And though the hand is picky

No relief can be found

The hand in the shadows inarticulated all senses. It Dims all potential - intertwined s all 5 fingers into a Complicated riddle. 

Sight blurred by over analysing her inner Self-perception -imagination distorted in the darkness the eyes of truth remain hidden.

A Taste so tainted by past memories seemingly nothing to gain 

 A gluttonous  child cavedweller who hid from the rain Afraid to enjoy the lingering passion behind a lover’s kiss a foreign delicacy 

Gulped down chunks of fear -resistance -a refusal  to taste the  smacking  licks of  lips from a distant   pain

Sounds of brawling. Tortured screams left her to scramble away - hidden humming a discordant tune- unharmonised to the language used by the normal folk those who socialised under the sunshine day after day

Touched by a love so fiercely so devout. Terror aroused she turned her face away from one name. He bathed her in the moonlight - she was stuck in her ways - tucked away in her self made dark haze.

Scent took leave of all senses - seasoned impurities infiltrated her brain. Refusal to inhale life -to contemplate risking one day. Left her bound by ignorance -alone in an abyss - people forgot she had lived -had been given a name. 

If only she had grabbed hold of the hand holding what appeared to be a flame risk would be her new life-giver. Her greatest achievement to feel the pleasure of the suns rays