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There is a pool of blood, coming out of my heart,
From the shot you so well aimed,
Gloomy and dense red, over the linoleum floor,
And it is running, rotting what's left,
I can see every corner it hits, with my murky sight,
𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑝,
𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑢𝑝, 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑤,
While the kettle whistles its last lullaby,
Resting in this dinky condition,
I look for a brighter afterlife;
As I gazed at the starry night sky,
The stars whispered:
We are your horoscope, and your fortune tellers!
We bring your loved ones together, so you share and bask in our beauty.  
We shine so bright to illuminate and guide you through even your darkest of nights!

The moon whispered:
I am your loyal companion, and your secret keeper.
I provide you with light; I am the symbol of transition and progression!
I am the master of infinite beauty that inspires you with creativity and poetry!

The sun whispered:
Every day when I rise, I heal your old wounds.
With my shining face, I shower you with joy and smiles.  
I provide you a life full of hope, growth, and empowerment.
I am your eternal song of rebirth, inspiration, and a new promise for a better day!  

The earth whispered:
I have made myself a home for you and decorated it with trees, flowers, and rivers.
Do you remember when you had taken your first baby steps?
You stumbled and fell; I lifted you up with my gentle heart,
And provided you with everything that I have, to watch you grow and blossom.
When you are ready to depart, I promise to hold you like a baby in my gentle arms,
And bury your fragile body, along with your precious secrets, deep inside my heart.
I will embrace your soul with infinite love since I am your mother nature!

Hussein Dekmak
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Luca Apr 19
Because of wound, I learned to be strong...
Because of wound, I learned to be able to forgive...
Because of wound, I learned to love pain and imperfection...
Every pain gives a lesson...
And every lesson change a person...
Whatever comes, let it come...
What stays, let it stay...
What goes, let it go....
Anna Maria Apr 1
The blood seeps from the inflicted wound,
it stains the armour that you have worn for so long.
You go to clutch the laceration,
except that there was none.
It stings and burns and aches.
But there is no wound that you can see.
But oh do you feel it.
Invisible wounds don't mean it doesn't hurt.
farhan Mar 31
Each soul is a wound, then death is healing.
Your kisses seep through my skin like water in a wound.
Your whispered words wash me like waves of holy water.
I didn't know the depth of love until I drowned in yours.
Alicia Moore Feb 10
Her healing smile shines bright,
yet my wound reopens in this light.
I begin to bleed,
a flow so heavy I feel my head spin...
I cannot be freed if her faux grin is not exiled.
Losing you may be my fault,
but having you forever is not one of the ways to treat wounds.
Indonesia, 2nd February 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Giovanna Jan 28
The bigger the wound
the more medicine you need.
But no water had the adequate depth
to make her drown.
Hermes Varini Dec 2020
For, lo! All now merges into Energy,
A wild mass of liquid Rhodium,
Wherefrom, behold ye!
A novel Frame of Body,
It rises again! It rises again!
Dazzlingly gleaming
Wi' thousand sacral wounds.
An allegory, again, to the cosmic return of my own Overman, the latter this time with the purest incorruptible rhodium imbued.
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