I am forever taunted
by the promise
of a new day,
an elusive dream
waiting on the palm
of my hands.
I close my hands
only to find
what has always
been there —
a touch of empty air
that I, myself, molded.
The promise is my own doing.
The new day is my own dream.
Until such time, I forever hold nothing.
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