Poetry

Poem: Badge

I wear a badge of pain

A relic of our past

A sign to show I belonged to you

A symbol that will last

I can’t forget you – can’t

Frantic fingers in the cold

You, familiar yet far away

And our secrets cheaply sold

It hurts like the Easter cactus

It blossoms at my time

Your hands butchered all my senses

And each action was a crime

March 2004

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