My Thousand Silver Bars
no one wants
to see my scars
what hands will touch
my thousand silver bars
that shine. divine
golden splendor skies
still. embering amber coals that burn. ink
into my eyes
my Scars, with all their healed pain
the cause of so much strain
no one to see. were made. to be
a touch. a taste. of silver. lining threads. of kisses
that bring riches
to hands and feet and sides.
to eyes
and lips. a sweet charcoal tune
healing mouths. open. wounds
bearing shame.
that needs to wade into these same
deep blue pools.
to cool.
these searing heels.
my wandering wheels
marked
with baring pain
not i. says she. and he. and they
can't stand
still
to taste. and see
atrocity
running
through their land
my Riches
sit. and. wait.
locked up in chains. contempt and hate
held down by storms of jealousy and pride
that hides
a prisoner of hope.
stuck.
behind. bars. abides.
with hands and feet and side
held out
for some
one
like me
who needs
to see my Scars
that we
might spend
My Thousand Silver Bars
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