My Words, My World

First drafts – A few pages in the large wilderness of the world of writing

Damaged

Would you accept damaged goods?
Would you accept a damaged heart?
Not physically, at least I hope
But damaged in the wars of love

Could, or should I even offer such
What would you think of me?
If I tried to hide the pain and hurt
Pretending nothing ever happened

I’d be like the used-car salesman
Who filled the noisy transmission
with sawdust, to cover up
The damage done before

I’d try plug the radiator holes
But my pain would still seep out
The mileometer I’d try to rewind
But the miles done would remain

 

 

 

 

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2 thoughts on “Damaged

  1. So nice to catch up with you today, Christopher. I enjoy your poetry. … And yes, I would accept a damaged heart.

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