Bleeding Wounds-Unseen Poem by RADHAKRISHNAN KRISHNAN

Wounds, grave and still fresh,
Inflicted on soul not on flesh,
They bleed unseen by eyes,
Unheard goes its cries.

All they do is to open unseen wounds,
Piercing scars taking rounds,
Soothing care could never be found,
They all pounce up on like blood hounds.

They only put salt over the wounds,
Ready to slit the throat around,
In them I looked for love abound,
But only agony I have found.

Pain lingers on and overflowing,
Tossed around in life when hurricane is blowing,
The pain keeps on growing,
In my eyes, helpless tears are flowing.

© K.Radhakrishnan