Wised Up Poem by vince gullaci

Wised Up



I'm the one
Whose paid
The price
The scars that healed
Are mine
Other wounds
Are open sores
Self-inflicted
Or otherwise
Too painful
To be scabbed over.

Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: wounds
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