I bet
You thought
Your debt
Was paid
But your soul
Is no longer
One whole
But broken
It's been
ripped apart
And pinned
On a wall
Like when the hunter
hangs animal heads
Like when the lover
Hangs written notes
It's a prize
And I'll tell you
It'd be wise
To follow my words
Pay it in full
Because there is
No other way to annul
Your debt
YOU ARE READING
Whispers of the Wounded
Poetry//Poetry written by the pained// I keep thinking That if I keep whispering These terrible thoughts to this wind Maybe I'd see the meaning in something again //Cover by the amazing @anixkuh//
