Wondering

Did you ever feel the pain inside?
This twisted blade,
An unshared life?
All this hurt,
With nowhere to go.
Hiding in the mind,
Waiting to spring.
It will hurt,
And leave nothing left.
Wondering when and how it will strike,
Whether from memories,
Or your old knife.
Wondering,
Wallowing,
Twisting the blade.
The blackened heart,
An everlasting trade.

Reviews

[Cynthia]

Wondering, we all keep wondering always, lots of things, so dreamy stuff, such things we have always hope for, only works when we are wondering. I love wondering, and this poem. I agree that wondering helps us a lot to forget the pain, I always feel like wondering, and sleeping. Haha.
Interesting poem!