Scalp Wounds

A cycle of poems «Trauma Life Support»

Crimson tide, a river flows
From a fractured skull, where pain bestows
A searing ache, a blinding light
Scalp wound open, day turns night
The world spins fast, a dizzy blur
A ragged tear, a painful stir
Of flesh and bone, exposed and raw
A testament to nature's claw

Scalp wounds bleed, a story told
Of battles fought, of stories old
Of falls and blows, of careless strife
A mark of life, a fight for life

The throbbing pulse, a constant beat
A reminder of the harsh defeat
The stinging air, a chilling breeze
A fragile head, yearning for ease
Stitches tight, a fragile mend
A battle scar, that won't transcend
The memory etched, a haunting sight
A wounded warrior, bathed in night

Scalp wounds bleed, a story told
Of battles fought, of stories old
Of falls and blows, of careless strife
A mark of life, a fight for life

But healing comes, with gentle grace
The wound will fade, leave not a trace
A scar remains, a silent plea
A testament to victory

Scalp wounds bleed, a story told
Of battles fought, of stories old
Of falls and blows, of careless strife
A mark of life, a fight for life

The scalp heals, the spirit thrives
A warrior's heart, still survives
The wound may heal, the memory stays
A reminder strong, of brighter days.