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Blood On My Hands

There's Blood on my hands and tears in my Soul the Suffering of the innocent begins to flow I am not worthy of this Control... the Reasons I do not know I am Undone and done again, I am Beyond myself again I am the Predator or the Prey... depends upon the play today Faith is Faint and lives are Weak I wash them till they start to squeak and still I see... this Blood on my hands Travelers through this Fading Land here to Help and here to Damn Look closer now you'll see we all have... this Blood on our hands So pick my Brain and beat my Soul corner me till I've no place to go Madness finds the deepest crack and lies in wait for another chance to rear it's Fearful Head and dance Am I Strong?... or am I Wrong? the Conscience only knows this song Is it Mercy?... Is it Love?... or is it just the God above forcing me to see this Blood on my hands... this Blood on my hands I will forever see this Blood on my hands

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Paul Callus

Date: 8/1/2016 1:20:00 PM

There are times when we have to be cruel to be kind...it's not easy, but we need to follow not just the heart, but also the mind! You write with strong feelings, Chris! Regards // paul

Chris Hagy
Date: 8/2/2016 7:27:00 PM

Thanks Paul...yes sometimes it seems cruel to do the right thing. I think those strong feelings are what make me write!

Pashang Salehi

Date: 7/25/2016 9:12:00 PM

Very deep and very nice... beautiful

Pashang Salehi
Date: 7/27/2016 2:40:00 AM

Always........

Chris Hagy
Date: 7/26/2016 3:23:00 PM

Thank you so much for reading friend:)...glad you could find beauty in this write.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/14/2016 8:49:00 PM

sounds like someone filled with guilt and remorse. Very intense write!

Chris Hagy
Date: 7/15/2016 6:39:00 PM

...someone filled with sadness I guess. I'm not a vet, but as a farm girl you learn life can be sad and cruel, and sometimes you do the humane thing and then walk away with tears in your eyes and "blood on your hands". Thanks for reading Andrea...I've been told I can be intense.

Madhupriya Shanmugam

Date: 7/14/2016 12:33:00 AM

I am the Predator or the Prey... depends upon the play today..lovely poem Hagy;)

Chris Hagy
Date: 7/15/2016 6:32:00 PM

Thank you...thanks so much for reading:)