Wounds Of Time

Wounds Of Time short poem

Peering through the Winter glass,
Blinking in utter disbelief,
Realisation of what the focus sees,
Pointed, high heeled leather
Female shiny adornments!!

Agony ripping through the soul,
Pain is indescribable…..
Aching heart of crumbling dreams,
Anger, fury, covering the screaming hurt,
Dizzy with sickness of fear…

Screaming from memories of love,
Apart from reality so floating in pure rage,
Blinded by a woman’s wrath,
How could this be,
Infidelities, destruction, lies in ruins!

Wounds laid raw for the world to see,
Passerby’s show of drama,
Taking revenge would unburden the heart,
Ease the throbbing misery,
Disperse the torment of injury.

A fracas of battling hearts,
The quarrel however soon dissolved,
For where can this but lead,
So bitterness could take hold,
For hurt once turns to bleed.

This wound will heal in forgiveness,
Time is of the essence,
Elements warm and mend the anguish,
Chains thaw from the heart,
This wound of passion hence healing for achievement…..

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enjoy the moment and live every minute like its your last!!!!!believe in yourself anythings possible!!!!I love expressing my emotions through poetry, I hope you enjoy them. Thank you for reading... Mandy.x
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