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I dare not look at my hands Why not? The screeching of my head is louder than the banging of pots and pans You're afraid of your own thoughts? I'm afraid of who lyes there You're afraid of a simple man? I never said my thoughts were fair You're afraid of your hand I sought out death and now I'm all but bones I can't help but laugh, was this not your plan? Refrain from throwing your sticks and stones You intentionally ended your own lifespan I unintentionally gave myself skeleton hands
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Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 2:35 PM UTC
Skeleton hands
I dare not look at my hands Why not? The screeching of my head is louder than the banging of pots and pans You're afraid of your own thoughts? I'm afraid of who lyes there You're afraid of a simple man? I never said my thoughts were fair You're afraid of your hand I sought out death and now I'm all but bones I can't help but laugh, was this not your plan? Refrain from throwing your sticks and stones You intentionally ended your own lifespan I unintentionally gave myself skeleton hands
This poem is meant to be read with every other line, it's two voices. One is accusatory and the other is answering.
#death#bones#fear#fair#skeleton
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Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 2:35 PM UTC
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