Wounds

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

Reviews

[Jibey]

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.

[a_methyste]

Yes our heaven or hell. Hugs.