untitled
a poem i wrote in the early 2000s for which i have never been able to settle on an appropriate title...
A festering wound
that never heals.
Not even a scar
will form to hide
the damage.
Constantly washing it
with anaesthetic
in a futile effort
to numb the pain.
One tiny prod
an agonising ache
ripples over
and through flesh.
Wave after wave.
Leeches to drain
the free-flowing bleed
would be welcome relief.
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