Free.

Fri, 08/29/2014 - 19:06 -- J.Murph
 
Oh the callus scars on my soul!

The deepened wounds reentered by ignorance and apathy.
My smile, once evident, no longer resident
Laughter ceased with fear after me
How long will my heart hold heavy?
Understand my plight! 
Put down your pain imposing precepts 
and empathize!
Look through my eyes to heed the cautions you don’t lead by often…
Walk in my shoes to travel unexpected expectancy as they presume
"He fits the bill to shoot and kill…"
Hold my hurt for a day to measure the weight of the afflictions you ushered. 
Borrow and sit in my sorrow 
…Then maybe you’ll know what you’ve done
All we want is to be free.

 

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