Wounds of a Soul
War boils within;
Battlefield of my heart, scorched skeletons
Of memories rancid.
The tree of delight drips bare.
To You I exposed my heart,
Sublime seeds of offense,
Harbor my soul;
A lonely road, I trod.
Till’ another wounded soul,
Lacerated by mortal felonies,
Finds haven upon my bosom.
A tenderness occluded to the eyes,
Heals my deepest trauma.
This poem is about:
Me