Wounded Poem by Alexa Malik

Every time we walk in,
Feeling to start new,
With all washed out; our sin,
Sometimes we can’t get through.

Trying hard not to fail ‘em,
But it seem too late,
It’s destine that fades,
Not what that holds ‘em.

Forgetting what we did wrong,
Feels like everything’s torn,
Forcing to be strong,
When a new child’s born.

Drifted by the waves,
Tearing hearts apart,
Separated from loved ones,
Reaching the next start.

Above all and beyond,
Scared to be alone,
Waiting for something that’s gone,
But all’s left is a dried stone.


Fade,
Whatever that is said,
Cry,
It’s never too late to try.