I'm bleeding
On the outside
While scarring
On the inside,
Calloused heart
Like the hands of a farmer
No longer
Finding blisters
From the need,
Every encounter
That left me
Nursing wounds
A defenseless soul
In a harsh urban world,
Trying to love
Without blowback,
But a back draft
Always waited
Behind doors
That burned
With desires
On short fuses,
A shower of sparks;
Short lived fireworks
Of temporary emotions,
To which I could only relate to
In words,
Words that couldn't hold their own
Against the fires
Of the ******
Lonely spirits
In this crowded world...
APAD13 - 151 © okpoet
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 9:09 AM UTC
I'm bleeding
On the outside
While scarring
On the inside,
Calloused heart
Like the hands of a farmer
No longer
Finding blisters
From the need,
Every encounter
That left me
Nursing wounds
A defenseless soul
In a harsh urban world,
Trying to love
Without blowback,
But a back draft
Always waited
Behind doors
That burned
With desires
On short fuses,
A shower of sparks;
Short lived fireworks
Of temporary emotions,
To which I could only relate to
In words,
Words that couldn't hold their own
Against the fires
Of the ******
Lonely spirits
In this crowded world...
APAD13 - 151 © okpoet
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