Scraped

Poetry 0 Minutes

Last night
You leave me hurt,
bruised.
My soul
where you pricked last time,
scraped
once again.
The gash deeper
deeper
deeper.

This morning
you bring the balm
to soothe my arm.
But the soul
is scraped deeper
deeper
deeper.
The balm
fruitless.
But you insist
and cuddle the wound.
It looks cured.
Looks…

The day seems better.
Seems…
I wonder
will you scrape further tonight?

Published by soniadogra

A recluse at heart, I grapple with words... because they forever betray my thoughts. And yet, they are all I have !!!

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12 thoughts on “Scraped”

      1. Yes, very well thank you. Busy with work too…and Tennis !
        You do not need to apologize…you are in my thoughts and I look forward to our next chat.
        Take care and don’t work too hard !
        Love Susan.

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