Cuts Poem by soren Barrett
Cuts
Waking on shells of memory's beaches cutting soles where lacerations skin breaches
Weighted steps on thoughts of gravel, pain sounds the blow of the final gavel
Picking roses, hands thorns tear leaving scars as trophies of wear
Sweat stings open wounds, left to heal where dust of time obtunds
Scabs cover old bleeding sores, crusty locks on once open doors
Blood long dried seals pain inside
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