Wounded

This is a poetry to a former lover who had broken my heart, hence, wounded.

Beyond all the bitterness and anger,
there is pain

Behind all the vulgar words
is a growing curse

And the depth of sorrow suffocates
the heart

as emptiness plays its role.


Perhaps it's the broken heart that
kept the mouth cursing,

And the flowing blood is spilled
on others' shoulders

Without being noticed, the thorns
spread all over

and every one else is wounded.

Reviews

[Solar]

In these lines the poet shows an empathy with others as a result of her anguish - often heartbreak becomes very self-centred in its pain.


And the flowing blood is spilled
on others' shoulders

Without being noticed, the thorns
spread all over

and every one else is wounded.

[J Shinoda]

That's a very clever criticism! Thank you!

[Solar]

You're welcome.

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and true words.
"Without being noticed, the thorns
spread all over
and every one else is wounded."
Anger make us a dangerous person. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[aruntp Thalassery]

I dont understand the words used " Growing curse"! Good poem ...Hope you explain this and what you mean by those beautiful words.

[J Shinoda]

Hi, Aruntp! Thanks for the comment. If you read the phrase, "Behind all the vulgar words is a growing curse" the muse is obviously feeling so much pain that she keeps on saying filthy languages against her lover, which evolves into a curse. I use the word "growing" as to "evolving.

[aruntp Thalassery]

thank you friend

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Poem about pain. What we experience and what we get and what we did. Beautifuly writen sad true.