Wounded

February 28, 2009
By Erica_Howl BRONZE, San Marcos, California
Erica_Howl BRONZE, San Marcos, California
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Archaic behavior stumbles me forward.....





Through tourniquet bleeding, and refuge screaming....





I trust you, beyond my deep and zealous lord.....





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Foresee my own being....





Warning me through struggle....





I want to see what kept my at a scream....





Give me my tears to smuggle....





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Sobriety eyes tell you about a storm....





Dilating drums pace at my heart....





But the story of the embrace kept me warm....





The hindering storm, the gust of art....





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Society bleeds from the wound....





The tourniquet falls, healing trembles....





But the seeded filth remains in her womb....





The matured scabs are none to loose.....


The author's comments:
I tend to write when I'm either upset or depressed. I have no idea why, but happy poems aren't for me.

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