Opened Wounds And The Inside Scar Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There are some reasons on the darkish side
With silences growing till they are lost
Feelings of endless discontent and frost
That through secret passageways abide
The circling ways of the shattered glass thorns
That gives much aching not accounted for
With blood opened wounds and the inside scar
From the whole aspect of contemptible scorns

Hurting to others in sorrowful threat
Mingling torturous into sleeper's peace
With deep spoons of distress rises and falls
From the pestilent sick and the hard-set
Derision imposition to increase
And just with pain its privation is meet

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