Spoken From Wounds Poem by Charles Pry

Streaming down my forearm,
Red rivers flow,
At the mouth is filed steel,
is pain,
is how I feel,
Salty pedestals fall from my eye,
From this letter is an envelope of pain,
Written down is a list of sin,
a list of love,
Even a list of men,


Name an' number, Encumbers,
Ensues,
Ensures my fate,
Can I be forgiven?
Perhaps it is too late,


Renew it, refresh it,
Say a prayer, bless it,
Do what you like,
But in the end, the very end,
When all is put right,
I still will be wrong,
wrung..out,
Taken hung..out,
To dry,
As much like my friends try,
No matter what I do,
Their payment.. is due,
They'll pay the bill,
The debt,
In change or cents,


This life it makes no sense,
All these rules,
Whom I can be with,
These expectations,
Leave me in isolation,
Trepidation,
Irritation,
The connotation,

Is what it is, seems what it be,
I am what I am; I am what I see,

Like the sea,
Churning,
Constantly
changing, by the seasons,


Telephone ring,
Them haters,
Callers,
When I was hung out to dry,
I fear no collars,
They did it to me,
Or so they think,
I let them believe that,
Hoodwink,
Leave nothing out,
Not even kitchen sink,
I fall down among the leaves,
It is my grave,
It is my peace,


The warm earth
Accepts me,
Then coldly
Rejects me,
Where do I Rome,
Perhaps in Italy,
Elect me, count the tally,
I am Caesar,
With my power,
Justice, I seize her,


The bard has written,
Caesar falls,
Hon-or-able men..tion, to me,
Transgressions,
Transactions,
I have to pay,
Actions,
Game I have to play,
It was unfair,

The rules,
They hurt me,
Burnt me,
My hand,
Cut me,
Here,
My blade,
Here,
His bride,
Nothing to be said?
Heavenly bliss,
Man an' wife,
Holy kiss