Trauma Poem by Drew Silverotter

Trauma



The crescendo of sound,
No silence found,
Body freeze,
No longer breaths,
Iron bars,
Reveal the scars,
Wounds bare open,
A life lies broken,
Upon the killing floor.

Drew 'Silverotter' Balfour
©19/05/21

Friday, April 14, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: wounds
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