My Blood
The old chain
is rusted
miles of pain
wear his face
his sons so far away
his daughter beneath his feet
Abandoned he might feel
Pushed away,
his shoulders bruised
I forgave
I love
your eyes
are mine
my name
is yours
call and
I shall listen
As we dig for
our gold
until we strike
cut my skin,
Ill offer you
our blood
Copyright © Frank Guglietta | Year Posted 2013
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