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The Gash

by Venky

(Photo by Yoann Boyer on Unsplash)

Like the curse of Sisyphus and his bloody boulder

Sprouting gashes ravaging body and soul

Treating the physical scars with many a bandage of futility

Ignoring the unimaginable hate and hurt to the soul

Droplets of blood can be offered a respite that is permanent

A decimated soul knows neither respite nor restoration

Wounds not amenable to time the ultimate healer

(Word Count: 61)

Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #276

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