There are blue wounds in my body
that cry out loud at night…in sounds
that only I can hear…
I pacify them in my sleep.. and they
tell me stories that even I have
forgotten…..
They tell me that there is too much
bloodshed in this world that
blood from my wounds are
not ready to flow out..
The Blood they say is turning into
swords and cutting deep into
the wounds…
They say it pains and it is not fair
that I don’t feel it…
they say they are turning blue with pain
and I like a coward not feeling their pain…