Walter C. Edwards
Jaded Nails - Poem by Walter C. Edwards
Jaded nails I walk upon,
plunge deep and scared my flesh,
porcupines quills stab me still,
glass shards I pickup slow,
as the blood over flows,
scared little one I still know,
hiding away afraid to death,
to burden someone with a wound,
to his flesh.
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