Caressing a Callous

Caressing a Callous

 
Hard of heart, a scaffold develops;
Around the sore your skin envelops.
 
Callous, the skin, as it splits in two,
Shrieking, you cry, your face turns blue.
 
In time you will fathom a heartfelt hello;
Rifts in a chasm, not seen from below.
 
War torn and broken, alone in a heap;
Crocodile waters, the creatures seep.
 
Swearing and smoking, alone on a ship;
Caressing a callous-faced murderous pip.
 


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