Suture
A deep cut, almost Separating my heart In uncountable pieces With uncontrollable Blood gushing from my heart And flood of tears from my eyes With thunder in my eyes And bell sounds in my ears My nose completely blocked As the wound in my heart Grows deeper and wider I grab and make a make use Of the suture I found To Suture my heart With absorbable Suture So all my pieces Can grow and mend Back together To be more stronger Wiser and brighter To be able to Challenge and tackle This thing called "Life"
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