The Sound of a Deep Heart's Hurt.

The unsaid is voiced out loud. The wails' a deafening sound.

What is ever real?

The mystic wound into scar heal?
Or the pain cutting so deep into heart,
And in every throb forever it hurts?
The wound is to vanish and the scar remain.
The pain is relieved but the hurt to be relived.

Resounding memories of days we forget,
The stabs and hooks then got caught in net,
We immortalize hell but get hooked in the moment,
Purgatory in our worries forever will torment.

Things we did ago and never ere undone,
Tried to redo, again, each time's gone bad.
I touch a well the instance it dries,
I fetch from spring immediately it's summer. It aches too deep but no man cries,
My heart is broken from the bangs of hammer.

I'm thirsty for reality and what is right,
Gutted by illusions illuminating my plight.
Perhaps its fate to live this way,
Or am too late to amend my day.
Forever my reality check is in my scars,
Even in the stars, my hurt is engraved.

Joy, happiness and delight are tongues
Of foreign lands.
Since my lips are too heavy to sway to the soothing winds,
Only gyrating to misery and jabbing stone.
Let me forever dance to the raining brimstone.

Author's Note

Point out my errors to help me become a better writer.