The son of a single vessel called me a loose canon. Said,
I wouldn't understand the strength of a curse.
I breathe.
There is so much to say and I cannot find the words today.
Give me light
and the power to forgive
The sharp shrapnel and the tainted metal in my limbs
Tell me
confused boy,
please,
let my body,
all scratch and tear
and broken battlefield bloody,
about this curse
about the loss of a breath
about the words you think I do not have the soul to body.
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