Wounds

Wounds

A Poem by a_methyste
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Hand to hand with these physical constraints It is unbearable I whisper to myself I have fucked everyone in my head There are no f***s left Bitter Resentful I lick my wounds

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Hand to hand with these physical constraints
It is unbearable I whisper to myself
I have fucked everyone in my head
There are no f***s left


Bitter
Resentful
I lick my wounds


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Sad for the poet to feel so sad and frustrated. So much is in our heads. It can be a safe place or a place of pain.



Posted 1 Month Ago


a_methyste

1 Month Ago

Yes our heaven or hell. Hugs.

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Added on April 20, 2024
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