My misery some one's pleasure

Please rub on ugly wounds

Keep thinking I am hurting

You   are mistaken my wounds are healed

I am not telling you   about the healing process

Agony and suffering can make substance to story

Spectators are ravaging on others misery

I just closed few windows but not the one towards breeze

Please keep rubbing on my ugly scars which you think still fresh

Reviews

[Lisasview]

First poem I have read of yours and I found it interesting... Full of meaning with metaphors and I do love metaphors... I read that you do not review what you do not understand and that makes sense... If you decide to read any of mine may I suggest Hand~In~Hand or Mothers Letter or Miles Apart, which I am quite sure you will understand.
Lisa, now in Spain

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Really great poem. it is true that so many seem fascinated by all the suffering that it becomes entertainment to them