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Wounded

by Dawn M Williams

The water drips
From the wounds
You create.
Sadness wells up
From the hole in my heart.
Where once I found light
There is only darkness.
Nothing can exist in this
Barren plane that once was
My mind.
The deeper you dig
The colder it grows
And silence is
Harvested daily.

11/07/1995

Posted on 03/19/2004
Copyright © 2020 Dawn M Williams

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