Dec. 4, 2005.
Some wounds are deep,
Deep within your being,
They fester away relentlessly,
Corroding your soul.
These are special wounds,
Inflicted by those you love,
An enemy could stab and stab,
Still these hurt more.
The agony and trauma they cause,
Never, never do they heal,
You try but can’t forgive,
They haunt you till your death.
It’s like Gold and Iron talking,
Gold says, “We are beaten the same”
“But you shout and I bear.
“Why is that my dear?”
Iron says with a heavy voice:
“The difference is my friend,
You are beaten by iron,
But me by my own!”
- Neil
