In the Meantime
I've picked the scabs until they bleed,
And then wonder why they never heal
Is it just a compulsive need
For pain to be what I mostly feel?
A Masochist- Antagonist!
Perfect Punch-drunk Pragmatist!
The Hypnotist who slits his wrists-
And I shall suffer in the midst
The Agony cuts one half of me
(I'll bear the brunt of all of this...)
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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