There's Blood on my hands it seems
No matter how hard I try Washing them
The Blood doesn't come off
This Blood
of
Men, Women, and Children have Stained me
inside out so many innocent.....
I think to myself will I ever be forgiven?
Once I return for the Blood On My Hands?
Terms of use
Privacy policy
Contact
Copyright © 2010 Truml.com
This site is protected by reCAPTCHA and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.
Privacy policy
Contact
Copyright © 2010 Truml.com
This site is protected by reCAPTCHA and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.
Just a bit of a suggestion. Try working out the punctuation, spacing and capitalization kinks you got. Otherwise, i'm curious as to what the background is to this poem. What's the story?
report
Yes, I have to fix that :P I'm having a little trouble keeping it in a column. But the story basically is to see through the thoughts of solider. Just to see their thoughts after the things that they possibly could have done. I was inspired to write it from reading the book "One Solider's War" By: Arkady Babchenko.
report