The wound

The wound has long been healed

The pain is still nearby

The nights have seen more tears

The walls have heard me cry

The wound is old and forgotten

Yet it was deep, quite enough

After inflicting upon me that day

I saw you having a heartfelt laugh

You left me broken

With some of my parts lost forever

And I won’t be a whole now

Not today, not tomorrow, never

For I was nothing but a toy to you

Who had the grace of all

But know that I’ll neither beg to you

Nor to your feet shall I ever fall