Behind every deep wound,
there lies a heart-rending story;
the story which the sufferer
wallows in self-pity,
and the story which
moves others deeply to tear.
Every time
the story is retold,
the old wound
is forcibly opened up.
Then a gut-wrenching sight
meets your eyes.
A pool of blood
is gushing out of the wound.
Gosh!!!
you scream hysterically inside you.
You wish to help;
you wish to soothe the pain away;
yet there is no way
to stop the blood from flowing.
Standing aghast,
you wonder when the blood
will begin to coagulate.
There is no end in sight.
No end in sight.
The wound is now
too contiguous that
it has developed into
a self-inflicted wound.
And this
makes it the saddest story of all.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
A gaping wound
Posted by SuSan at 1:28 AM
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3 comments:
not very understand what type of wound you are having... but hope one day this wound can be healed instead of like what you said in your post...
haha...i wasn't talking about myself lah this time:P Just felt like writing a poem and this "wound" came to my mind at that time so I tried to imagine it in that way lo hehehe...don't worry I'm very fine...no cut at all wahaha :D
haha...ic... i tot you are talking bout yourself...
good then.. =)
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