Falling On The Swords Of Other People Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Falling On The Swords Of Other People

Falling, not on my blade,
but theirs,
a wound that's borrowed,
never healed,
a cut that's by those I shared.

I die a thousand cuts by hands, I never held,
beneath a sky of broken pride,
where the ghosts of others
bled,
but never cried.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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