The hands come under the doorcrack.
The hands creep through the window.
The sunlight doesn't touch me.
The hands come and they touch me.
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Rich in a raw rabidity reality that is reality for many. Thanks for sharing my friend.
The utter helplessness here feels unbearable, especially when the last line is absorbed. A very expressive and interpretive poem, a superb piece to your collection.
Great poem with a profound metaphor and strong symmetry.