The Wounds
A few I deliberately lulled
A few deliberately preferred me
What ever be the cause
I am wounded bitterly.
A few I thought to plug
A few plugged my leaks
What ever be the cause
I am undone and dressed.
A few cracked my chest
A few chests I cracked
What ever be the cause
I am tyrant and sufferer.
A few wounds cried
A few I made to cry
What ever be the cause
I am crazy and confident.
Copyright © Mushtaque Barq | Year Posted 2013
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