Wounds seldom speak, in silence and in wain
Hidden under places deep, beaten been bleak,
Scars unseen, risen up, it falls,
Echoing thoughts that still salient recalls.

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

Wounds...