A Thousand Wounds Deep
Alone in the twilight, restless, steeped in anger and regret
This battle-scarred warrior, broken thoughts he can never forget
Pacing and brooding. All the injustices of the universe
Have swallowed him up, leaving him aching and hurt
Head in hands, pretty faces replay time and again in his mind
Always the beginning of hope, a flutter of the heart, the fruitful find
Those first sleepy, warm mornings of discovery and sunny days
The bloom of love, the beat of a heart that this time will stay
Until the pain of the past grips his heart like a vice
Squeezing out the fury, pressing his mind against the ice
The unseen injuries. The hidden disease. The fractured soul.
Haunts his path and follows wherever he goes
Shutting down, shutting them out, he closes the door
Can’t share. Hides the fear. Breaks a tender heart once more.
Perplexed by his chronic desolation, he blames the lovelies.
The arms that tried to comfort him. The hearts that he pushed aside.
No sense can be persuaded when someone remains willfully blind
Only others on that bitter, murky path understand. The same kind.
Warriors who live to see another day gripped by horrors that will never set them free
Hiding the scars that are a thousand wounds deep.