Neath the Creases

Seeking what lay neath the creases
Like crisp blue lines on sheets of white
This adventure in forgiveness
A story I have yet to write

Unburied is our forgotten
Things perhaps better left unsaid
Mighty the pen that soothes the sword
Holding hope, cradling our dead

Will you seek the justice I owe
Wanting peace for things left behind
Reparation and repentance
Wishing for what I’ve yet to find

Dark unveils a lonely sorrow
There are times I wanted to die
With this pen my voice it rises
Bringing rest to my tired mind

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