My wounds festered beneath the covers,
There was agony,
There was pain.
It hurt to breathe,
My cuts were grave.
You found me in such a state.
Unknowingly at first,
You eased my pain.
Uncovered each wound,
Healed every ache.
You made breathing,
A joy once again.
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YOU ARE READING
Poetry overdue
PoetryExactly what the title suggests. Read if you'd like a walk through darkness and into light. Read for horror and beauty. Read and I'll show you, you are not alone. Read because there may be another just like you.
