SCARS

Countless are my scars
like stars in the skies.

Sour are their sight,
they tell ill tale of the past.
They strike heart
and shower eyes.

Stout are my scars,
like Abiku child
they hunt today, future
and shame panacea.

Scars are worries,
worries gloom a day.
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Winter. 16-12-18