Of Crippled Men

Of Crippled Men

A Poem by chriscash



Who's holy in that temple?

Take me to the one who never sleeps, who seldom eats.

The shy one there, he's hiding a mangled hand,
only uses it when nobody is there.

I want to confess to him.

© 2014 chriscash


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Added on November 19, 2014
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chriscash
chriscash

Tampa, FL



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Entrepreneur turned wannabe novelist. Just trying to do the work, every day, to see if I have it in me. Prognosis poor but the patient keeps kicking. more..

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