WOUNDS

WOUNDS Wounds are bleeding ceaselessly Within a pensive, passive soul Unusual shades of pains it holds Permeated all from human ways Affection holds affective aches Compassion holds dear one’s aches Frustrations have fervid pains Defamations have darting pains Vexations have simmering throes Protests have many struggling throes Attachments have growing grieves Detachments have losing grieves Departure has lone agonies Desolation has deep agonies Loss of love and league of love All are bleeding wounds of soul