I Want to Know If Time Has Healed Your Wounds

The Scars
by: Rob Paquin

See my soul,
And taste it.
The love's,
That I have wasted.
A hemlocked verse.
A spirited curse.
My heart;
Time has,
Defaced it.




Infected
and forlorn
Shattered first
Then scorned
Steps retraced
No saving grace
Just ripped open,
And left torn.

© ~THE SNOWDOG