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

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