The old scar

 

There is a hidden ugly scar

That stays unseen though felt so sharply.

The day you left a burning star

Blew up inside. I lived, but hardly

 

Could see the sky or take a breath.

And all I was just painful remnants.

That day, abandoned by my faith,

I took the path to lonely madness.

 

The wound ajar, I shuffled forth,

Forsaken, as I thought, by Fortune,

But step by step regained my force,

And something eased the endless torture.

 

That injury was healed one day,

Without even being noticed,

The bitter sorrow flew away,

Perhaps to univerce remotest.

 

I'll never let it in again.

Forgetting would be best of cures.

But every single bloody rain

I am reminded. Pain assures.