"Wound"

 

 Wound

I tried to describe it as thorn in the side

These three thousand years and the pain of the ride

But wound is as deep in the mind as can be

Not merest of thorns in the side of our glee

It may be a jagged edge blade best conveys

The way it maneuvers to render and flay

The heart of the human and humanity

Deeper and deeper, it cuts as we flee

From rational thought of a sentient race

That fulfills the heart for the soul to embrace

But clamour increases and love we displace

All chances of love we seek to erase 

There's only one love that keeps me on track

For love of a woman, I'll keep coming back

She transforms my soul and renders my heart

 From sense of betrayal to love set apart