Book of Poems

Open Wounds

In the depths of my heart lies an open wound,
A pain that lingers, a sorrow so profound.
It throbs with each beat, a constant reminder
Of a love lost, a bond severed, a heart unkindled.

I try to mask it, to hide the pain away,
But the wound remains, unhealed to this day.
It bleeds silently, unseen by the world,
But the ache is real, my soul unfurled.

I long for solace, for a balm to soothe
The rawness within, the hurt that behooves.
I seek closure, a way to move on,
But the wound festers, the sorrow drawn.

I trace back to the beginning, to where it all went wrong,
To the words left unsaid, the tears left unshone.
I regret the mistakes, the paths left untrod,
But the wound remains open, a scar tissue flawed.

I pray for forgiveness, for a chance to start anew,
To mend what is broken, to find solace in you.
But the wound is deep, the pain too real,
It haunts me at night, the hurt I feel.

I bear my heart, my soul laid bare,
Hoping for healing, for a love to repair.
But the wound persists, a reminder of the past,
A sorrow too deep, a love too vast.

I write these words, a confession of pain,
Hoping for closure, for a love to regain.
But the wound remains open, a scar on my soul,
A reminder of love lost, a heart left whole.