I had a wound,
It hurt a lot.
But it gave me,
Each poem I've got.
Then one day,
I taped it up.
My writing, now,
Was not enough.
The wound and I,
Ironically -
Had to work,
In harmony.
I pressed the wound,
For it to bleed.
The words flowed out,
For all to read.
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
I had a wound,
It hurt a lot.
But it gave me,
Each poem I've got.
Then one day,
I taped it up.
My writing, now,
Was not enough.
The wound and I,
Ironically -
Had to work,
In harmony.
I pressed the wound,
For it to bleed.
The words flowed out,
For all to read.
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