Wounds

Jerry Wayne Lawrence


Hounds. Blaque Hounds.
Sounds. Everywheres, Terrors.
Tearz, Unending.
Knowing... It's Coming.
Seeing. Seeing, So Much While My Life Is Fading. Light: The Hurting Is Easing.
Bleeding. Bleeding...Wounds.


These Wounds are hurting,
I’m fragile, my heart is bleeding.
There is so much terror, it’s scary,
I am slowly fading, so much burden to carry

  • Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym), domilla
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  • Finished: October 5th, 2023 13:32
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  • Category: Love
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