Wounds seldom speak, in silence and in wain
Hidden in places deep, bleat and been weak,
Scars unseen, rise up and it fall,
Echoing thoughts what that still recalls.

A cut that may fade, a bruise may not heal,
Thoughts endure, they’re harder, feather feel,
Quiet corners it lurks, they take their flight,
Haunting the heart in the dead of the night.

Wounds of...