Give me your eyes
so I may see
from your perspective.
You take from me, mine
–so you won’t be blind.
Give me your heart,
so I may feel
it’s broken places.
You carry my heart–
let it bleed in your hands.
I’ve been beating fists
against your walls until
I’m numb and bloody.
Repenting the sins
of youth in my old age.
Forgiveness must be
in a closet somewhere
with a rusty lock
and a long lost key
in a forgotten hallway.
It could save our souls.
But my prayers pool
in blood on the floor,
and you’ve taken
a vow of silence.
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