Suffering Flowers
charred scars cover my heart
touch them
then suffering flowers out
a lightning that beats the heart
stricken, i am at remorse
my heart sickly from the recourse
radial new wounds bleed
sour soon the feel of loss
taken from me this
unable
i lay, i lie
either way i cry
under this weight is why
weep until not
not is still a lot
fate is still late
and the late
is still lost
charred scars remain
new fractals burnt in
radiate from the origin
scorched into flesh
by suffering without rest.
1/16/22 – Andy McRae
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