Abrasions
Are sort of like
Paper cuts
Shallow injuries
They don't go that far
But they hurt like hell
They make me want to cry
And scream out in pain
When in reality
They're just a little worse
Than a simple bruise
I can't control my tears
And I hate it
Hate it so much
Why do I cry
So uncontrollably
Over my scraped
And scabbed
Knees
Is it
Because
When I feel pain
I feel all the pain
I've ever felt
All at once
Like a tidal wave
Is it
Because
When the pain hits me
All I think
Of is
You?
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
