If you see me bleed,
Without coming to my comfort to aid.
Will you bare the wound,
Upon the nakedness of your consciousness...
Yet to come.
Will you do what the others have done?
Run?
Or will the unhealing scars inflict,
Upon your mind and sit?
To stitch together cries in silence.
Tormenting a sleeplessness.
Weaving to knit with relentlessness.
When you close your eyes,
Anytime...
Your thoughts of me,
Are not expected to arrive.
Or leave to complete this pattern.
Sometimes, elastoplast just doesn't work does it. Painfully, eloquently reflective L. t x
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reading it touched. i will not do what others have done. your poem is touching, it really touched me