Calloused palms
They betray such blistered fingers
Ripped and torn
With skin that never lingers
They're stretched and cracked
Worn from those years now lost
Carrying tragedy around in such heavy doses
Bearing burdens unforeseen
Left dry and faded from the wind
Denying its vulnerability like a heresy
Coaxing infants into fits of rage
While heroes can't find the strength to sleep
Wrapped from edge to edge
Painted a sickeningly black shade of red
All out of the crippling fear of reprisal
Concerned with dark distractions and withdrawal
Channeling every sad and pitiful memory
Transforming them back into fresh cells
Built to bury strangers as well as friends
Still begging to be free
Author notes
Originally written on May 20th, 2009
Comments
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This is such a brilliant write. The imagery you have used here is outstanding. I was totally captivated while reading this. And the last stanza is amazing. Well done, this is great.
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magnifico
i love this poem... it gives such a strong image! the third stanza is absolutely fantastic
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