Morning wakens
To cradle lost souls
Bonded
By its hand.
Undoubtedly,
It touches the wound
Branded
On my skin.
The pain rests awhile
And drudges itself
Among the numbness
Of scars.
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 10:28 PM UTC
Morning wakens
To cradle lost souls
Bonded
By its hand.
Undoubtedly,
It touches the wound
Branded
On my skin.
The pain rests awhile
And drudges itself
Among the numbness
Of scars.