The battle field on my body
is blooming roses

a spring bursts from my forearm
and searches for knowledge

blood is the colour of victory

I do not know the name of my pain,
it must contain the same letters as God, as love, as family

I have forgotten
how to seek knowledge,
or faith, or maybe i never ever knew

and my body is burning for escape

 

Benson currently edits poetry for The Muse Journal, UNN.

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