you cut at the nose spoiling my face leaving me to wrap the wound with what was left not much of me all around to cover my self at all costs but time steals slow wounds old is new healing by secondary intent.
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Reviewed by Dan Zuewski (Reader)
Reviewed on September 9, 2004
I enjoyed the form of this poem and the last few words the most. It's taken me this long to comment because AuthorsDen has been timing out on me when I comment. Just a few lines but they make you think... ;)
healing
really like this ...
"but
time steals
slow wounds
old is new
healing
by
secondary
intent."
Yikes... Superb empathy in this painful piece! I ache.