Bruised Soul
The scars on my skin are the scratches and bruises
from the boulders that cut me,
but the scars on my heart and soul are unaccounted for.
Fingers clutch to punch a wall,
the heart was oozing poetry in anger helplessly desperate
to save the soul from its last breath....
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