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.
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Tainted Soul
Posted by Terence69 at 5/03/2009 12:00:00 AM
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