Battle Wound

January 23, 2012
Can you read the blood

Spilling from the soul?

Lies disputed

With voices for guns

And fists for knives

Pain pours out.

Marks from war

Only healed by the white flag

Waved over

Red lines that streak across

Fair-snow covered grounds.

The message of manipulation

Stretches across

The sound waves

In the ear

And eats away

at the heart

Until there is nothing


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