The Wound that Bleeds

What hurts the most?

The Wound that Bleeds
headoverheart

the wound that bleeds is neither from a knife that cuts the skin,
nor the rock that bruises it blue
it comes from a force that grips the heart;
which can be an unwanted vision, or a lonely sight
or the scent of an impending end to a precious time,
it can be the final touch from a fading love,
or from a loved one, a lack thereof. it can be the edges of sharpened words,
floating heavily and heard over and over again
the most tragic? it can spring from the savor of death.

Death that hides...
in the corruption of corporeal physique,
in the staining of pure thoughts,
in the breaking of one's heart

but the wound that bleeds comes from nothing of those...
for death's flavor can be found just a little under the linen of life.

Death is...
the body of someone that does no good,
the mind that does not think for the better, and
the heart that remains outside the circle of love

Death is the life that refuses to live

But still...
the wound that bleeds can be healed,
not by compelling the senses to stop from understanding
but by hands put together for a prayer of hope,

Reviews

[Relic]

Well said. Love to some is nothing more than a temporary fix. Their hearts are distant and uncaring. But it does not define their future. There s always hope.

Good poem.

[headoverheart]

I believe that people write their fate, and the next page is always blank so hope is ever present :) thanks for appreciating!

[Relic]

You're welcome.