Unrequited Love, Lovelessness, Broken Heart, Hopelessness Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is no wound that you can see
by all means you will see no visible injury

in this place the people that you meet smile at you
and they will say

' he's doing well and taking
more fortunes and luck and prosperity'

but there is a pain that only your heart feels
that which their eyes cannot see
that which their hands cannot feel
that which their ears never hear

there is this pain
without an open wound

there is no blood dripping
but there is pain throbbing

there is no bruise
no inflammation
but there is this pus aplenty
boiling inside but
without a possible exit

there is this voice hidden
inside you
screaming

there is this threat of a
sudden eruption
at any moment

there is someone inside you praying
that now it must perish

degenerate and then
altogether die and
disappear forever