My wounds are

Blank Verse, Emotional warfare, free verse, Life, pain and suffering, Personal, poetry


open and never closes.

bleeding always.

If he did ignore

all the things on that abysmal day.

If he bled all over from first station 

to Golgotha itself.

Then can all my wounds inside and outside

ever heal.

He showned it to Thomas, yet he didnt even flinched an inch.

Then He tells me not do anything anymore,

but knowingly


To endure

To be in pain

To suffer

is only an inch away

into an eternity in which every passing moment

of what it truly means,

To Smile.


April 2017



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