Why should I share
my wounds with you?
Sure, my father left
a long time ago
only to remain, forever
in my skin
Sure, war wounds
they left,
no real reason
nothing really stable
anyhow,
Skin is beautiful
Skin is hardened
Skin is wounds
warrior skin.
One doesn’t mellow
like a fine wine,
how convenient.
They shrivel
They snivel
They redirect
They drivel
into drooling
pooling piles
of waste.
Regrets-
instead guilt
doubt, doubles down
left with nothing,
like an empty shell
Oh well…
Not my problem.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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