Old Wounds
Old wounds seem to not heal,
they tend to not seal well.
They keep reopening with deep hurtful words,
like your taking a razor and reopening your scars on your wrists.
Your watching your blood slowly drip like rain drops,
these old wounds are hard to heal.
Your words, my thoughts are like oil and fire,
they never mix well.
Old wounds seem to never heal,
these scars get older with age.
They tend not to seal well,
and the bloody rain keeps dripping away.
Slowly with every beat of my heart.
Just to forever remind me,
there is no end in sight to this charade.
Copyright © Donna Tymec | Year Posted 2019
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