Amy Good · Sep 5, 2010
In My Dreams

I cannot,
With these two hands,
Mend shattered glass,

It's the only sign you were here,
Like spilled blood on my mahogany,

I cannot,
With these two arms,
Gather up all the pain,

Pain is a real reminder,
Tangible and sharp and cruel,

I cannot,
With my two shoulders,
Hold up all the agony,

The world is hurting,
I just want to mend your broken,

I want so badly to save you,
From this cold, empty life,
You've seen too much already,

I've seen it,
Raped girls,
Starved animals,

Ive seen them,
The poor and the desolate,
The forgotten and the unknown,

I CANNOT FORGET WHAT I HAVE SEEN...
And it haunts me in my dreams.

 
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