Internal Wound

Wanting to start again

Littering my arms and hands again

Black and Blue a perfect contrast for such fair skin

Those words you said, left in my head

The grenade you let me feel

No time for I’m sorry today

Let me fly at dawn

Away with the geese in winter

Unlike them I have no home to return to

Fighting about which road to follow

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A short poem but one whose lines I felt quite intensely. Some things can not be mended and however painful, it is best to move on to pastures new.

Chris

[Ace Jaxon]

Which is the common wish that often seems hopeless, and farther away than reality. Thank you.

[Chris Shaw]

I'm sorry that you find that thought so hopeless.

[Ace Jaxon]

It's not completely hopeless, I said it seems hopeless (keyword: seems) for me I believe it's all based on what you believe.