I write XLV

...wounds, painful wounds
Wounds that hurt,
Wounds that kill
Wounds that take
Their own time to heal
Wounds that fester
Wounds that blood draw
Wounds that leave me feeling
Exposed, naked, raw
Wounds that remind
Of a time gone by
Wounds that passions
And anger ignite

Of these,

Your wounds
Which I pray
close, heal, and scars go away

I write.