Pending On The Mend Poem by Shane Engisch

Pending On The Mend



Spin doctor spin
while you try to get within
before you see the faults and foresee flaws
don't break a spirit with the devil's kin

Collect your trophies from the healing of one
while you shine in a fake light, the rest are dying away
So many to count, so sad to say
that you could help as many as you do without the money that you take

It's not overwhelming if you're doing what you love
but you just do it cuz you put a pay check up above
the passion and the hope that you have for the dying
scary to think our blood is on your hands, our heart is in your glove

If this is how it is, then let us know that in the first place
because when you avoid the truth, you become a good waste
I'd rather have a good tailor tell me he can't mend my torn clothes
Than say he'll try his best, and end with worse holes than before

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Shane Engisch

Shane Engisch

Lansing, MI
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