Shots fired
To keep on going, keep on fighting
Or let this be the final ending
Here I am looking back
How I stood up and laughed
Bleeding, broken, and damaged
Now scars remain
Shards of glass Embedded in my skin
Barely visible they seem
Then days come where I appear
To haven't truly healed
The shattered pieces
Of those bullets
Within the deepest crevices
Of my seemingly eternal aching soul
So I come to wonder...
Does the ghost of your hurt ever disappear?
To keep on going, keep on fighting
Or let this be the final ending
Here I am looking back
How I stood up and laughed
Bleeding, broken, and damaged
Now scars remain
Shards of glass Embedded in my skin
Barely visible they seem
Then days come where I appear
To haven't truly healed
The shattered pieces
Of those bullets
Within the deepest crevices
Of my seemingly eternal aching soul
So I come to wonder...
Does the ghost of your hurt ever disappear?
J. A. Burgundy
February 2016
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