HURT

My heart cried, an unsaid pain;

Blood bubbled, but the body frail;

Rants and rants; cries and cries;

Reasons were not enough;

Louder, louder; I screamed and shouted;

and the heart kept bleeding all through.

Why and what; the eye questioned,

Confrontation was not the answer.

A cloud of gloom on thoughts was smitten;

Arguments, arguments; the mind rattled;

Time, time; the soul whispered;

Scars and wounds; with time was forgotten!