Like a dog Like a leper My body is painted with wounds Wounds so bloody juicy Fresh, oozing with pain A lifetime weeper ... Still licking wounds from brutality Struggling with these emotions Emotions so strong Never to come out Like Bob in the bottle Black boots Button stick boxing punching bag My heart is in flames My soul has been flashed out tears of blood unmemorable memories of Memory... I thought you will never go Now that you are gone I lick the wounds in my heart Maybe you will come back To never depart
Inspiration,Motivation and Poetry: Defining creativity through the pen