Sewn up still
these scars
filled with stitches
never removed
never healed
and festering
in the dark
hidden
heart
Such pain
deep down
Bleeding out tears
but not speaking
of such things
buried beneath
her fears
She wrestles
With the child
Screaming
Silently
Inside
and works
diligently
to hide
it all
from those with
scalpels for eyes
who feign
concern
yet they
may betray
her
and so
she runs
and dodges
their stares
until
until...
(September 17th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
