Calloused Skin


Calloused skin,

Is never thin.

A poke from a needle,

Won’t make it feeble.

Calloused soul,

Has no goal.

But to be protected,

And unaffected.

Your razor blades,

Seem never to fade.

Calloused eyes,

See no surprise.

Can’t fathom the notion,

Of showing emotion.

Calloused ears,

Have no fears.

No desire to hear,

That which is sheer.

Only what is real,

May possibly peel

The skin from the eyes,

But no disguise

Will give rise

To the callous’ demise.


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