Madelene Calalo's 'Haunt' – Discover How Time Heals All Wounds ⏳

Time, <br /> Most say, <br /> Can heal all wounds. <br /> Time, time, Damn! Time can’t heal. <br /> Never can it stitch off the scars you left. <br /> No, it won’t even cure your impenetrable self. <br /> That horrid being concealed in such innocent face <br /> Damned, Divulge thy madness to reveal no existing grace. <br /> Nothing clear, nothing real. No, you are nothing at all! Nothing <br /> But a filthy nauseating revolting mad frantic excruciating…NOTHING! <br />Nothing can describe a swindler as you… Not a word for the horror you do. <br /> Since the time you stripped me bare covered with nothing but cold flesh <br /> Pierced my consciousness into the ingress of terror and regret, <br /> You stabbed mostly each pure unblemished part of me <br /> That night your vigorous arms clenched my body. <br /> And now revenge is all that’s in my head. <br /> For you have slaughtered me <br /> When you left me <br /> Damaged <br /> Bruised <br /> Dead.<br /><br />Madelene Calalo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haunt-3/