The Invisible Wound
Deep deep inside, where no one can see, in the darkness of my depth, lies my wound.
The wound that I can’t heal and time, medicine, and many more failed to cure.
The pain of love in my depth that suffocates me, and makes my wound even bigger.
No one listens, no one knows, the pain that hides behind the smiles.
Maybe its my fate, maybe its my fault, that I feel this way, but one I know, nobody will ever acknowledge my pain.
Its a game, the game of hide and seek, the game of catch me if you can, the game where mimes win and exposed faces loose.
A game where cowardness is rewarded and noble acts are punishable, where fighters are made into slaves and losers become the masters.
I am stranded here with my feelings and thoughts trying to mend my wound. My fears, my thoughts and the guiding star deep inside me, that never fail me.
Its only humans, that fail me, the humans I care for, the ones I put ahead of myself, the ones that I came to exist for.
Is it me, or is it the world we live in?
Is it the crooked laws that dictate our lives, the empty concepts that some live for, or the theater that some live and fight hard to be in the spotlights?
I am so tired of fighting, a fight that has no end in sight.
The fight that should not be there to start with.
Could someone please hear the screeching noises coming out of my depth?
Its the wound again, begging to heal.
Who would listen to me, who would justify my fears?
I know now one, that I have not found the one that listens.
I ask you god please for one, one for now.
Please don’t fill the grail with more suffering, as truly yours have gotten enough of it in his soon to be 33 springs.
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