Suffering
Suffering wounds deep inside/
Felt like I been/
Sliced up by a switchblade/
Chopped to pieces/
Mind, heart and soul/
They keep beating/
On a scale of life support/
Suffering wounds, never ending/
Never to be fully restored/
Each day that goes by/
Just makes it hurt more/
The invisible switchblade/
On the inside/
Feels like Edward Scissorhand/
Soul is screaming to be tended to/
The mind is in a wreck/
Like jigsaw blades/
Heart is in a fight/
For it's life/
With restricting bands/
Tightening a person/
Spinning the wrench for more pain/
Causing life long suffering/
For a crime/
I never committed/
Copyright © Michael Fulkerson | Year Posted 2024
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