In A Corner - Poem by Kevin East
Who will heal, blood will congeal
But think of the scar and no medicine jar.
Who will face this hopeless case
When flesh is removed from the bone
When friends wait to cast the first stone
When snakes hiss that we are alone
As fakes kiss and promise they'll phone.
Who will take these hands scarred and numb
And sing up when others faintly hum
Will forgive my hate and what I've become.
When I lay awake in early hour
Who will water this dying flower?
Who will melt this hardened heart?
Be it a vicar or a tart?
Jamming my wheels to hell in a handcart.
He met me alone in my grief, me, the roaring lion
Minus the teeth
But listen - God will break our fall
Will hear the faintest call, will stitch a bleeding heart
Our end will be his start.
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