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Saturday, January 30, 2016

Wound



Wound

You are like a festering wound to me,
Weeping while waiting to be washed..
With every touch - more pain, more memory-
Hands healing , yet  hurting too...
Sad sores,
Red , raw...
You are gone but the gash remains,
Leave till later,
Later...
Time will do it's work now,
Come back later,
When all is scabbed over,
And care with cream
And comfort...
Just saying...

2 comments :

Carol Campbell said...

People can be like wounds, huh? Very deep writing!

Marian Green said...

Yes people can be like wounds . They can hurt you and their abuse can stay with you forever...
Deep - no, real... At least for me...
Thank you for your comment Carol Campbell ... :)