Poem: Old Wounds
Old Wounds Itโs August again, and while my mind is slow to remember, my body always knows this is the month you died. The tears come unbidden. Days go by where I donโt know why Iโm so weepy. My eyes...
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Old Wounds Itโs August again, and while my mind is slow to remember, my body always knows this is the month you died. The tears come unbidden. Days go by where I donโt know why Iโm so weepy. My eyes...
The poem below is from the Dusty Poems series, a collection of poems I wrote many years ago, long before I knew how much of a force poetry would be in my life. I’ve enjoyed going through these old poems...