fair trade

[theoddpetal]

War without a victor makes for losers all around

 

I have pieces of shrapnel inside me

They've pierced my veins

My nerves

Left me numb

If I take them out will I bleed out?

 

I can't feel

I feel too much

 

Pulled into the minefield by hands that

Let go

Lost too many limbs trying to feel around for safety

All that’s left is my sight

 

Is there no trading in war?

Please, take my eyes

Give me hands that hold

Strong and

keep warm

Leave me blind to the false light that

Leaves me cold and

numb