Wounded

I emerged wounded from the night
A broken man with scars and regrets
Fought one helluva good fight
But found a whole new set of debts

I don’t remember what I said
Or what I did in the dark
It all went straight to my head
A fire only needs a spark

It all happened so fast
Became a tangled mess
Hurt feelings would last
And add to the stress

The missing scenes from the play
If only these walls could talk
I’ll find what happened one day
And wish to turn back the clock.


A poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 07-17-20

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