“Behind My Hands”

Behind My Hands

I hide my face behind my hands
But cannot hide the pain
Broken hearts and saddened souls
Pass through my hardened veins…

The splattered paint upon the wall
Just covers up the grime
Yet mortal stains seep neath the feign
While whispers spoil the rhyme…

Graffiti blushed the fettered scars
But wounds are set in stone
And words that crawl beneath the rouge
Can shatter brittle bones…

My eyes have faded into gray
From verses never penned
While lines upon my weathered face
Can’t hide what they portend…

Though one may say my ardent soul
Has never tinged the veil
I’ve wandered cross Celestial seas
Where sailors never sailed

While shadows wash across my fate
In lines already drawn
I’ll scribe upon a parchment bare
In moonlight fore the dawn…

If I should stand before you now
With words my only plea
You’ll find my soul between the lines
Of Michael thirty-three…

I hide my face behind my hands………
The paint fades into gray………………
I stand alone in fields of rhyme………..
With nothing left to say……………….

Michael33

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