My Old and New Wounds

Speechless and lost, A *****, uncomfortable perplexity began to invade me, Seated here all day, I've been thinking, And feeling a stifling sensation of pain and suspense, Life becoming more meaningless. I'm choked by the thorns and brambles of life's cruelty, Fighting without knowing how to win, And a tear like silver, glistened in the corners of my eyes, As ruthlessly as the hoof of a horse tramples on a rose, I'm bruised and the scars scattered all over my worthless body like ant-hills. Despondency clung to me like a garment that is wet, I'm drying and dying from within me, My voice like mournful bells crying in the wind are mute, Suicidal thoughts descends and clenched perfect, sudden, like a curse from heaven, I'm now as insensitive as a damaged barometer. These are my old and new wounds, Bleeding profusely and dwarfing my hopes, In the last days when my pen will run dry, And my name and poems forgotten, Kindly take these lines to remember and feel my pains.