I will shave tomorrow


I will shave tomorrow,
Its too much of stubble.
There are scars on my face,
To the world – invisible.

The face is charred,
The soul is tanned.
I have smiled through smoke,
But the lungs now choke.

The road was twisted,
But I had thought I’ll sail.
And off-course I did,
With face so frail.

I will shave tomorrow,
Tonight its too late.
The scars won’t just go,
But I shall wait.

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