ScabbedA Poem by willwebIt was small, an irritant,
a rough patch, annoying to
say the least I had
almost forgotten about it It didn’t
hurt, not any more It was just
there, kind of
crusted over and dark brown So I picked
at it, and picked at it until it
came off and my heart
started bleeding again When will I
ever learn? © 2014 willwebReviews
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