Poem -
Wounded Soul
To cure from within,
I open my wounded heart,
And now I bleed black.
Digging inner self,
Hurting all over again,
Tears flow in my words.
Ā Nothing did I wrong,
Yet it haunts, taunts, and scares me,
And I bleed in pain.
Like arrow it's piercing,
I ask my internal soul,
What is bothering?
Contentment said soul,
Gladness, gratification,
FulfillmentĀ is peace.
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