My Scar Poem by La'Chelle Yount

My Scar



Never understanding why
Confused with everything
Being thrown or forced
No escape, kicked
Traveling to anywhere
Accepting me, or those
Drifting though the clouds
Touching here or there
Doubting each glance
Wishing for each kiss
No ONE in particular
Fingers feeling numbly
Head spinning in any direction
The woes felt deeply
Left wounded.

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