Those Tiny Hands

Those tiny hands,
Small and fragile,
Stretching out,
Asking for help.

Those tiny hands,
Broken and shivering,
Getting weaker and weaker,
Helpless by the seconds.

Those tiny hands,
Finally succumbed to darkness,
Too tired to seek out,
An understanding and warmth.

Now those tiny hands,
Changed to a witch's hands,
Long sharp fingernails,
Blood drips from the veins.

The witch's hands shuts everyone out,
By hurting them with her long fingernails,
Because the tiny hands has worn out,
From trying to asking for help.

those tiny hands now are not reaching for help,but to push everything out.