Friday, 26 February 2016

Wounds: My possession!

I haven't lost the ability to heal,
Though i feel the zeal to heal
Has mysteriously vanished
Somewhere I probably can't go
Or maybe a place where I fear to be
It's all weird and unreal
The smiles and the fears
All of it is unreal.

Were my healers not mine?
Or were my wounds divine?
Divinity is to be embraced
And hence, so be it
If my healers weren't mine
At least let my wounds
Be truly mine.
They may hurt
May pretend not to hurt
At least they'll be mine
Till the end of my time.

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