Marked Up Hands
There is beauty in these marked up hands. Once we loved now we stand across from one another not knowing where to stop. The love we once had now is lost. I look at you a complete stranger I worry once more am i in danger of falling for your tricks once again. But then I remember the beauty in the marked up hands, hands that held me hands that fed me hands that made me the man I'm supposed to be. There may be beauty in the marked up hands but the love that we once had is now a shadow in the background of this stand off holding on to twine of our souls. I look back towards you and realize there is no longer beauty within your marked up hands. Only hatred, only anger, only pain and displeasure. Your hands may be marked for life but your heart has changed old man. I fear for the day I truly lose you without the realization that you have already gone.
Copyright © Gavin Tabeshaw | Year Posted 2018
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