The Deepened Wounds Poem by Brianca Roberts

Those words unspoken have a name,
Don't like what you see...

A lonely burden Inside of me,
As it's setting me free.

The cowards have robbed me,
taking the foundation of a being.

What all in that could be alive?
For why did that become of me?

I can feel me slowly die, sometimes
The times I fail to find a joy; my peace.

It is when such suffering holds no mercy,
In the den my heart becomes a feast.

No blames of importance may lie here;
No more shame here to cast,

A mere expression of the soul this is...
one wounded deeply losing blood fast.