It's real.
That's what makes it so hard,
Because now it's real.
Tout le monde can see it.
Nous deux can see it.
In a clear font and size,
Dark gray in color.
A lyrical, lamenting verse,
Tearing open a laceration covered by tattered cloth.
I just had to touch it,
didn't I?
A wound barely healed,
Even after I tried to care so delicately for it.
They were hurting.
I knew they were hurting.
Yet I couldn't keep,
My prying claws from the gash.
Now they're on the floor,
Screaming in pure agony,
Of a pain I know only in fear and tears.
So I put bandages on their injury.
I know now it's not something I can fix, no matter my efforts.
I failed them.
I failed her.
I failed him.
I was supposed to save them.
I could've done something;
Maybe in another lifetime.
I'm sorry I failed you.
-Rue
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PoetryThere's no really way of me saying of what's going to be in here, because when I write; I'm very unpredictable. But I can ensure you that I'll write with deep concepts in mind. Rue can write in here if they like, this book ISN'T just for me. (I wan...
