The Dividing Lines

I read your letter, sometimes the hand that shelters and 
feeds, must feed a
sick mind with poisoned needs. The hands that clutch, can 
be the same hands
that touch to much. Eyes that stare with love, read the 
words with eyes that
stare, while I close them to hide away the tears. Looking 
away in fear of
loneliness. Two things left today, one I greed, the other 
purpose, I have
lost me will, please take away this loneliness, I only 
wanted to give, not
to have it all taken away.