A WOUNDED SOUL!

​No doctor can heal my wounds.

No hospital can heal my wounds either.

They’re deep;

All the way to my soul!

And they hurt

More than death itself!

They kill me slowly

From the inside;

But they’re unable to actually 

Kill me and let me go

Once and for all.

I live with them

Because we’re one now.

The scars I carry will

Always hunt me.

They’ll always remind me…

I can’t erase them 

Because they run so deep.

They have no end!

– Okoto Enigma 

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In The Style Of

Tart

Filthy

Percolate

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  1. Ha I love the WordPress prompts at the end of this very good poem. “In the style of Tart Filthy!” I was just thinking to do an “In the style of” post, but it’s kind of challenging to me! Good work.

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