Stained Hands

Stained Hands

A Poem by DrunkProcrastinator

Hands stained by blood
Stained by time
Stained by ink
Stained by toil

Stained hands
Beauty is he
Beauty is she
Whose hands are stained

Stained hands
Proof that we are living
Proof that we are doing
Proof that we are growing

My stained hands
They fascinate me
Make me realize
The existence of stained hands

© 2016 DrunkProcrastinator


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JC
Ah yea, love this, makes me feel the joy of hardship, of grit and grime and scars and stains. It's so down to earth and earthy, if that makes sense. It's real and honest and the kind of writing that affects me most because it is me and all of us...

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Added on March 9, 2016
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