Sunday, May 03, 2009

Tainted Soul

A pain and anguish within,
Hidden deep inside.
None but few would know
of its stain marking my life.

Like a wound so deep,
It wrenches and writhes.
Like nothing I have felt,
Unendingly draining as I live.

Time and prayer helps it heal.
Perhaps. I prayed. Someday.

Cutting in precision,
Jabbing in deliberation.
You rip at my pain
With a heart aching intention.

My agony inflamed,
It festers and bleeds.
Never shall I blame,
Yet no longer can I be healed.