I try to remind myself of the good times

Those not so painful days

But my mind is blurred

I try tending to my new wounds

I am not worried about the depth or the raw flesh

Or how much blood I have lost

I am worried about the scars

Accumilating scars

That make my soul shiver…




About Dee

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This entry was posted in Dark Poetry, Faith, God please help us, Heartache, I hate this distance, Lonely Mornings, NIght, Pain, Patience, Poetry, Read my mind, Relationships, Soul, Tears. Bookmark the permalink.

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