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.

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