“Wounded Senses”
By Ashley O’Hare
My senses are wounded-
I’m damaged inside.
This world is imperfect-
it knows how to lie.
Every nerve feels too much
some way, somehow.
A scrape to the knee
might as well be
a slice to the heart to me.
Days slip into weeks-
a complete dissociation of time.
This absence of a conscious mind
is surely a crime.
If my eyes could strengthen
and peer into the future,
perhaps then I could receive
sweet, cherish able ease
that one day, I will no longer
feel these injuries.
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