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(I’m in a poetic mood for this week. Next week might start promoting War of Nytefall: Ravenous, so I’ll be rather whimsical for a bit. Enjoy. I think. Shedding some heavy emotions here too.)
Time has passed
And the unseen wound remains
Not a gaping gash
Or a piercing hole
The edges have tried to meet
But never fully closing
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Opinions always voiced
From those that may not know
Their pain is not my own
The taste is different
Cures are not universal
Some tear the scab anew
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People turn away
Impatient and frustrated
Nobody likes pain
That sits invisible
Upon the soul of another
They run from infection
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Healing continues on
A day is good
Filled with hope and light
Then darkness comes
Birthed by one stumble
And the wound bleeds
Oh my goodness. So sad. 😥 I have friends who can definitely relate.
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Very descriptive, Charles. Well done.
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Good poem, Charles. Nobody can tell you when it’s time to move on.
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Thanks. You’re right. Too bad many people feel that way.
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