18 August 2012
The wounds run deep,
Between flesh and bones,
Cutting off parts of
Who I am,
They slice through layers
Of muscle, tissue, skin,
Causing irreparable damage,
To my soul,
Wrap insidiously around
Veins, stemming the flow,
Stopping my lifeblood,
Never letting go,
Scar tissue streaks through me;
My body a road map of misery
From the many wounds
You've inflicted on me.
Wounds • Opuss № I