It imprisons my heart
A piercing repetition of assault
Carved deeply into my soul
Barbed wire
It protects me
Allowing no one in
I am inapproachable
Metal soldiers
That guard me
Torture from within
I do not associate myself
With emotion of ruin
As tiny drops of red flow
From my present and previous wounds
Though the bleeding persists
In my naivety insist
On staunching the wounds
Draining my life
Barbed wire
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Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
It imprisons my heart
A piercing repetition of assault
Carved deeply into my soul
Barbed wire
It protects me
Allowing no one in
I am inapproachable
Metal soldiers
That guard me
Torture from within
I do not associate myself
With emotion of ruin
As tiny drops of red flow
From my present and previous wounds
Though the bleeding persists
In my naivety insist
On staunching the wounds
Draining my life
Barbed wire
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), TammyM. Darby
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