Wounded

Wounded

 

Those that you love the most

are the ones that hurt you worst

The pain from it tears at your heart

kills your spirit, and wounds your soul

I stumble through this life spiritless

and slowly bleeding to death

from the wound in my heart

My soul so bruised, none can touch me

Others try to come in and tend my hurts

but the heart wants what the heart wants

and only one can come in and fully heal

the hurt and help me to breath again

Until the day of healing or of death comes

I will travel this colorless empty world

with all my hurt, crying into the emptiness

Searching for redemption and restoration

Author's Note

Trying to write away the pain buried deep inside of me

Reviews

[KAREN]

Excellent show of emotions. great flow, and the poem is so relateable!