Wounded Heart
Wounded Heart.
.
Sore deep wounds left from childhood
Never healed and still cause much pain
Never felt loved or wanted
Felt like an abandoned puppy someone had discarded
Left out in the cold wind and rain
.
Walking like a leper in others shadows
Always on the outside looking in
Watching life go by through a telescope
Though the light was dim
.
Nothing more than an emotional punchbag
For everyone to punch
And I always got the blame
.
Fear was something I knew too well
Carried a heavy weight of burden
With no one to unload to
Or tell
.
All my life has been an upward struggle
Having to face a new mountain everyday
I sure know what hell is
It took my childhood away
.
Although I walk in the darkness
And now I’m falling to pieces
Growing old
Hanging on to life by my fingernails
Gasping for breathe
My story must be told
.
Peter Dome©2021.
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