Wounded by Audrey M Scott
Oh! mind and heart where folly
does riot,
perishing true thought of good deed
under devouring bite of stupidity;
pushing forth words of fiery darts
that mame, scar, and bleed a
wounded soul flailing in pain.
To do what one wishes not,
and not to do what one should;
festers soreful pressured boil
in mind heart and soul,
spitting to antagonist
return infection.
Battle inflames to war, the poor
in captivity of evils poisonous seed;
lost from
sanity and forgiveness,
they float in unsound depth.
Unexpectedly from above, love plays a
hand with transforming power;
Words previously considered unable
now come tumbling forth,
we love you.
In hearts receptive
Love plays the winning, healing hand.
01/09/2002 Posted on 01/09/2002 Copyright © 2024 Audrey M Scott
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