scarred

By Usayd

I am scarred for life, my heart does bleed

Tears pour from eyes - the wound which sees

children suffering makes my pain worse

But pain reflects nothing professed in verse

I feel sick at the world but change it not

Just sit here pondering, lie back and watch

No answers held so the questions stop never

This will feel like a day, yet seems to last forever.

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