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These hands have clawed with blind eyes Chipped nails on fingers working on knots and ties Fingers that recklessly point to reproaches and blames Never to self, righteousness through arrogant claims Now aware, these palms have covered my face in contempt For they've partook in activities; indulgent and unkempt Rubbed skin raw on life's coarse sandpaper Ever searching for the coming of the unanticipated saviour Broken flesh hopeful for newly formed skin Like tattered souls pleading for absolution of sin Only skin deep but unfavourable experiences do fester Expecting the proverbial infection to blow over Here they are, held unclenched and riddled with pocks Weathered and sore from time's infinite mocks Maybe thereafter, will be awaited healing Perhaps soon after, I will be forgiving See now... Hands faced up, parted as halves Asking not for alms but instead your acceptance as salve Take into yours, these knackered, gnarled up palms Let your porcelain-like touch relieve like life reforming balm
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Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
Absolution
These hands have clawed with blind eyes Chipped nails on fingers working on knots and ties Fingers that recklessly point to reproaches and blames Never to self, righteousness through arrogant claims Now aware, these palms have covered my face in contempt For they've partook in activities; indulgent and unkempt Rubbed skin raw on life's coarse sandpaper Ever searching for the coming of the unanticipated saviour Broken flesh hopeful for newly formed skin Like tattered souls pleading for absolution of sin Only skin deep but unfavourable experiences do fester Expecting the proverbial infection to blow over Here they are, held unclenched and riddled with pocks Weathered and sore from time's infinite mocks Maybe thereafter, will be awaited healing Perhaps soon after, I will be forgiving See now... Hands faced up, parted as halves Asking not for alms but instead your acceptance as salve Take into yours, these knackered, gnarled up palms Let your porcelain-like touch relieve like life reforming balm
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Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
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