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Covered in Cuts
Why so blemished, with blood
Caked in scabs, and mud
Why can leaks, define
Or my nails, refine
Sliced upon, this flesh
No skin, to mesh
I pour out, my red
To bleed, in bed
Entombed, in glass
I leak, en masse
Cursed, within
This, sandpaper skin
My eyes, can’t see
This body, unfree
Aged, from birth
No pride I have, nor worth
When wet sores, this pain
Can never close, refrain
My head won’t turn, encased
These legs can’t walk, nor chase
My body is broken, unhealed
I wish these nerves, unfeel
These are my years, my time
If only, I could climb
To a sunny, happy day
No punishment felt, to pay
To dream of time, I shall
Seek to leak, no more
Final crimson spots, upon
Droppings on the floor
I fear I am, forever
Simply a man,
Endlessly covered in cuts.
Published 11th Aug 2022
| Edited 12th Aug 2022
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11th Aug 2022 4:43pm
I wish you peace and healing. The world is often not a kind place for those with wounds invisible. You are seen & heard…I sympathize. 🫂
11th Aug 2022 5:06pm
Thank you, I appreciate the comment. I'll make sure to check out your work. Unfortunately, my wounds are both visible and invisible.
11th Aug 2022 5:08pm
Then I wish you healing & peace with both internal & external wounds & scars.
17th Aug 2022 2:41pm
23rd Aug 2022 8:28pm
The life is in the blood.
Scabs and mud I know them well.
And they do define.
Much more so than flowers.
My nails, scratching messages.
Upon the skin.
Pour out for me. Red lines.
To bleed in bed,
Is there a greater passion?
Entombed I leak always.
Cursed, your curse.
You can't see anything but me.
An old soul like me.
Knowing there is no worth ever.
I will not let you be free.
This pain is what you need.
Broken... So many cuts.
I count them while making more.
You do the same to me.
This punishment is all we know.
Forever covered in new cuts.
But sill alive...
Scabs and mud I know them well.
And they do define.
Much more so than flowers.
My nails, scratching messages.
Upon the skin.
Pour out for me. Red lines.
To bleed in bed,
Is there a greater passion?
Entombed I leak always.
Cursed, your curse.
You can't see anything but me.
An old soul like me.
Knowing there is no worth ever.
I will not let you be free.
This pain is what you need.
Broken... So many cuts.
I count them while making more.
You do the same to me.
This punishment is all we know.
Forever covered in new cuts.
But sill alive...
