Scars

In the night I hear the sounds, A bellow from afar. I reach to find what is lost, only to re-open my scars. The sound I hear I cannot know, Guttural is the voice. The scar that is ripped open flows, To another misguided choice. I desperately seek solace within, the dark recesses of my mind. Only to find another scar, My thoughts are intertwined. Moments of freedom without the screams, A respite for the ways. To seek the sounds that cause my fears, Leads me to better days. Until I meet the shattered voice, My scars will always show. Finding the light within my heart, Maybe too late to ever know. I go down on bent knees, To pray to heal those scars. Until the answer comes from within, I will go on picking at those scars.