Bandage

This bandage

 

It’s slowly peeling away

 

The yellow wound

 

Sticky and pale

 

This bandage

 

Placed to hide this wound

 

Placed to protect it

 

It’s too old to tear off

 

Too ripped to repair

 

Crumpled and twisted with age

 

Worn with hands creasing it back on

 

It’s slowly falling off

 

Slowly decaying

 

Decomposing against the scar

 

But it’s too late now

 

It’s too late

Reviews

[khalid]

although sorrow and pain is really clear here, you have expressed the emotions and feelings in a very nice way making it a wonderful poem to read..it reminds me of one of my writings ( Need to Bleed) thank you for such a nice poem...

[Pawprints]

I suppose it is a little like your poem (outside of the metaphor). Grief is a subject that can be written in many different ways. Thank you for reviewing!

[khalid]

my pleasure..

[MOON]

Poignant write love the imagery of sorrow and decay. Lovely write.

[Pawprints]

Thank you :)

[Vertigoingnowhere]

Wow! I love this! The word usage, the imagry of that awful pain, the structure, the format. Thanks so much for not keeping this to yourself my dear! Exellent write!
Best Regards,
~HSA (High School)

[Pawprints]

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it

[Vertigoingnowhere]

Mind checking out some of my stuff?

[Pawprints]

Of course!

[Muse]

Some wounds are too deep to repair. I think your metaphor of a ripped band-aid s oh so appropriate.

[Pawprints]

Thank you :)