Scars run deep within me
Like those chiseled into rock,
My pain screams out so loud
I feel it’s never going to end,
It is like the cry of the crow
In piercing early morn,
Since you left me
I realise you were a disease
You infected every part of me,
Screams, screams, they resonate
The crows on fences watch me now,
Where are the scars, hidden away
Not on show to anyone else,
Because they’re seen as weakness
Rather than a strength gained
From the battles of living life.
fauxcroft 
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