WOUNDED

WOUNDED

I am a wound,

I am filled with pain,

I have sores inside,

mistreated on the outside and within.

Wounded beneath the surface and on the skin,

my soul managed to float above fatality,

in that soft, unreal world of kindness I dream of.

I forgot about myself,

I stopped thinking, I stopped feeling,

everything hurts so much that I no longer know anything,

I don’t know why I should run, if that tenacious pain is unavoidable.

I have gathered what I planted,

the lack of care withered everything.

I have stopped thinking about what could have been,

I have forgotten that pain is not what life is meant to be.

I forgot the pain for a moment,

I let the vibrations drift,

and I felt my skin,

free from everything.

I went out,

I slept,

I forgot the torment,

I forgot real life for a moment,

I dreamed I was a fish swimming through the sea,

a bird flying through the air,

someone good,

free.