The Wounded

It seemed to mean so little; meant so much!

Everything was light touched.

It attacked with such force; 

Accidental of collision course.

Traceless as ice,

Can't even find like three blind mice.

Within me- how shall I contain it?

Forget?

Mentally wounded will forget...yes.

As expected I second-guess.

Pierce my heart with fierce anger,

Bleeding to make a river.