Justin Poirier Poems

I look to my heart and see it as a unfinished puzzle i look to my mind i see you in my thoughts i look to my hands
i see your blood i look to the ground and i see your body buried in it as i see the blood drip on your soul i see
what hands of those who do not look with their heart and listen with their heart sees for it was not my hands that
dealt you the blow of death and it was not my hands that pulled the trigger but it was my unhearing heart my blinded
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