open the gate
to a heart conflicted, and
ripped by the twisted barbed wire
that entwines around the core
of who it is.
rusted wounds writhe
into weathered deformity
Hey luci,
Not only did i read your poem. I felt it too. I looked you up some time back, and I found that all of your blogs had been cleared out. I dont know where ya went, but I'm glad youre back.
PHIL (Lloyd is just my super hero name)