Wounded: A Poem
wounded
my pride is bleeding
gushing warm blood
surging through my veins
pain so immense
my soul cries
wounded
my trust is fading
a friendship slowly faltering
without knowing
you are the blade
cutting my flesh
wounded
knocking me in the head
"wake up, you fool"
am i not so gullible?
telling you everything
have i no identity?
have i no privacy?
why am i revealing to you
things you’d never tell me?
wounded
exposing my cover
vulnerable to the truth
"straightness rules the world"
then came you, preaching
"to hell with straightness"
i wanted to believe
truly, madly, deeply,
but why this suffering?
but why this hovering guilt?
but why this pressure
bringing me down?
breaking me apart
into pieces?
why have you appeared?
wounded
will my scars heal?
"yes, but gradually"
so time speaks
"but forever engraved"
screams my conscience
thank you
as a reminder
to not be the clown
in the future
no more
sweet memories
etched in my mind
a friendship once strong
too bad
like you said
"good things never last"
amen
"words are prayers"
my grandmother taught
great
you got your wish
wounded
thank you scars
for concealing my hurt
pain
forgiven, you will be
but never forgotten..
