Hurt: me, but I cannot say.
I sit and let it fester:
In a place so full of words;
A place that love won't pester.
Leave me and my hemorrhage.
I'll wear out all my pain.
Living with a cancer: sore-
Until I die again.
Kyle Hamp
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-sit-and-let-it-fester/
