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I have some spiritual wounds that hide
Down in the
sanctum where my spirit resides,
Suppurating, poisonous,
scarring the soul,
Stealing away warmth, radiating
glacial cold.
An implacable gloom has invaded my
core;
It corrupts the essences of who I was before
Life's pendulum swung too far into the dark,
And clouded
the pleasure, the loving, the spark
That made life a
beckoning adventure to explore.
It's left me locked
behind a spectral door
That blocks and frustrates me
nearly every day,
Keeps me captive to emotions I can't
hold at bay.
And, yes, I know no one else can really
see
The debilitating damage festering inside of me;
They can't see, and I can't adequately explain,
These
ageless wounds that cause so much pain.
If only
someday... somehow... I could find
A panacea to heal this
trauma to my mind... |
By Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2010
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April 1, 2011 |
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