I'm really not sure
how I got here,
to this lonely place.
Was it the wind,
the sins of my father,
mother.
Perhaps, it was all
those pretty faces
I fell for,
who took traces of me
& left me brokenhearted.
And though I'm not a boy anymore,
I'm not just another hard toy either.
Seems like that's
all I've ever been to them.
But maybe I'll write
a book of poetry someday
& try to work this out
with heartfelt words.
Look, no hands.