I feel as if a scab
My blood has dried
Pick at me and I’ll bleed
‘Till flesh is opened wide

The more I move
The less I heal
Without medication
The more I peel

Exposed to the world
I can feel the infection
Livable it may be
Their is no resurrection

In time I will “mend”
But that time seems too far
Repair is only a trend
To turn me into a scar.


About shoelessboywonder

Poet and cook, I'm just starting out in the web world trying to grow a fan base for my poetry, it seems like its off to a good start and the site is also made for me to improve upon my writing skills so please rate and comment on the poems you like best, feedback is the greatest way to success thanks for checking me out and my site. View all posts by shoelessboywonder

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