Wound

Wound

A Poem by S. Michael Long
"

its something.. i dont know what it is.. but its something.. tell me what this is about..

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The open wound would not heal,
around 12 years old it began to steal

began to take began to drain
offered supplement from its bloody stain

kept me wishing and dreaming true
kept me away from what was you

lied to me and stole my youth
put a gun in my hand, made me bulletproof

made others love just what i am
even if for just a turning glance I forced his hand

made me a family through my skin
bled me bored me begin again

adjust adjuticated to co-incide
i rule half this world with my own sweet pride

my faults my failure and my guilt
creating others from this wound i cannot heal. 

© 2012 S. Michael Long


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open wounds... damn things are so annoying right.... **uuuggghhh** can really feel the anguish in this write, and your flow haunting but beautiful... GREAT WRITE!!

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on June 25, 2012
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S. Michael Long
S. Michael Long

Cedar Rapids, IA



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