This wound

Emerging From The Dark Night


Deep inside this wound I am small I am powerless

Nothing I do can make any difference Nothing I do has any effect

Nothing I do makes people see or know the real me

Inside this wound I am invisible.

People tell me how I am or how I look to them But when they do my chest and gut and heart clenches

As I feel my anger grow  I know its all about them I know its all projection

Inside this wound as it becomes larger There is just a seething gnawing pit of rage

The rage hurts So I feed it things trying to stop the pain and rage

But all that I do only makes the wound grow worse

So that now the wound is not just inside me

The wound has instead become the whole of me

And its hungry for blood

And it never sleeps

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