Open Wound

openwound

Time stands still in the darkened palace of broken dreams
Here sit the long-forgotten days of yesteryear
Though, to some, they aren’t quite forgotten
Neither are select faces in the crowd
Yet those memories seem like lifetimes ago
What am I to do?
I have no rhyme or reason
Nor the understanding for such things
Most might cry at the thought
I have no tears left, only an emptiness
An open wound that never heals
And grows each day.

Copyright © Drew Martin 2017

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. chaos-xd says:

    ” An open wound that never heals
    And grows each day.” Of course…
    The eternal pain concluded in style! Spot on!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Drew Martin says:

      Thank you for the kind words. If you like this browse through my poetry category, there’s plenty of other poems you might like.

      Liked by 1 person

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