Skin
Smooth and pale pink
Taut and firm over what was
Once a wound
A ugly, flawed horrendous wound
That red slash tarnishing our flesh
Our unblemished flesh
But like always we know
(Biology and past injuries taught us)
Tears heal, our gaping wounds
Stitching themselves back together
Those broken seams closing
Like a gaping mouth closing,
Vanishing from sight
Leaving only new skin and yet
Why do only our physical wounds
Heal?
Why does my inner hurts still
Throb like heartbeats
And feel like my heart is gonna to
Explode?
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
