Wounds are the scars that eat your soul,
They are as painful as are deep.
They make you cry and scream in silence, though,
You even howl like a wolf, but no one hears you weep.
Wounds can be silent, covered by the balm of years,
They can sometimes forgotten be by you.
And you will smile and laugh like others,
But they are like volcano waiting for the lava soon to spew.
Wounds!.. You can just observe them,
For they will tear you in parts if you resist!
Wounds! They are only messengers that try to teach, to tell,
"Don't touch the wound! Or then on bleeding it will just insist."
July3, 2020
Annie Moonlight
Wounds
© Copyright: Айнур Кадирова, 2020
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