i see

they wear their sight on their fists,
hands raised knees bowed.
don't hold your hand to mine
i see the scars, the scars you left
how they intertwine through your fingers
my eyes see all, the eyes on my hands.
i wear my sight on my fists,
so when it hits your face i never miss
with these eyes that i carry
i surely see, the fall of you, the fall of me.
i feel the world as its pain brushes
the lids of my eyes
lift your hands, tear the lashes from the skies.
cry.
reign on the feet of those who make our eyes blind.
you wear your sight on your fists,
when our knuckles lock i can feel your eyes press against mine
you see those tree's?
rip them of their leaves, cover your naked body
before the shame starts to bleed
raise your hands
bow your knee
we've deprived the world of what they need
one more hit, let my fist embrace your face
were tearing this place apart, perverting all the grace
don't put your hand in mine, i know you see just fine
the scars that i hide, the ones behind my eyes.

Reviews

[Jake Weller]

Ive read this one before i knew you put it up here, liked it a lot then, still do : ) youre a great writer, and i love your play with words, the emotion must have been strong when you developed this piece

[mysticgmekeepr]

very good...I would meet your fist with an open palm of Welcome...Welcome to writers cafe. Keep writing.