Take these eyes that I may not see
the harm that went before,
and take this tongue which silently
withholds the words of war,
yet screams within a fractured mind
where only I can hear,
the terrors that were left behind
so far away but ever near.
Take my hands and wash them clean
of flesh tainted by blood,
that in the night they might un-claw
and grip some peace instead of war,
and please take my heart and fill it full
with all the things I lost,
that somehow might replace in me
all I spent to pay this cost.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 5:16 AM UTC
Take these eyes that I may not see
the harm that went before,
and take this tongue which silently
withholds the words of war,
yet screams within a fractured mind
where only I can hear,
the terrors that were left behind
so far away but ever near.
Take my hands and wash them clean
of flesh tainted by blood,
that in the night they might un-claw
and grip some peace instead of war,
and please take my heart and fill it full
with all the things I lost,
that somehow might replace in me
all I spent to pay this cost.
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