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wounded words

Poetry By: rahbar1

Tags: W, O, U, N, D, E

I can not explain this poem.

Submitted:Feb 2, 2009    Reads: 122    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

Wounded words.
Don't cry
wipe your
eyes dry,
I can't help
but shout,
impossibly loud,
I got a wound
in the heart
it hurts & blurts
and speaks in
wounded words.
I got no excuse
you can simply
ask me to depart
and take along
my bleeding heart.
You can cut the
story short
smile arty and fast,
then go back to
your nook
and read your
lazy books.
it is not your pain
neither your shame,
it is my own life's gain,
what I earned
and all the while
in the end
still ended up
begging for
thrown ups,
pursuing the non
happening dream,
with no flow in
my stream.
I had forgotten
the pact
now, shall renew my act
to fulfill the promise
to bargain
for justice,
though, I hated to trade
but if cut with a thin blade
between left & right
I see no shade.
Now take it easy
make yourself
the ball is in my
I will put the bolt.
Take out my pen
and color the
whole den
and hit back at
the world
with my wounded


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