A raw, ugly wound
festering with rot
Maggots have moved in
where other will not
Putrid flesh
a stink you can't wash away
Decay makes a home
where others won't stay
Bloody puss leaks
the resource drying out
The flies come on in
where other mill about
The corpse is mangled
beyond recognition
Identity stolen
as the insects dig in
The bones remain
the only foundation
The only reminder
where others didn't see a person
~L
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Living In The Mind's Cage
PuisiThe poems start inexperienced, I was younger then. As you read further it shows my growth as a person and my fallbacks. Maturing slowly through each one. It's my mental journey. These are poems are my outlet and help me with my issues when I can't d...
