Wounds of a Soul

War boils within;

Battlefield of my heart, scorched skeletons

Of memories rancid.   

The tree of delight drips bare.

To You I exposed my heart,

Sublime seeds of offense,

Harbor my soul;

A lonely road, I trod.

Till’ another wounded soul,

Lacerated by mortal felonies,

Finds haven upon my bosom.

A tenderness occluded to the eyes,

Heals my deepest trauma.