Author John Balcom You want to clench your fists and Hold back your tears. Listen, The joints in your fingers and the lines In your palms act out your fate; look, Tears through fire-red blood vessels Depict this world. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments