WoundA Poem by S. Michael Longits something.. i dont know what it is.. but its something.. tell me what this is about..
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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