MY INVISIBLE SCARS AND WOUNDS.

Sometimes all i hear is the echo of my odd thoughts and emotions yearning for liberation..  
So I inscribe my unspoken woes on scrolls hidden in deserted dwellings.  
With streaming tears as bitter as those of a mother mourning the son who died far from home.

I silently scream out to the sun, that never seems to wake as dreams get sabotaged at night,
And Spectral unsated promises keep offering Cold Comfort for the slave of winter.

Sometimes i stare in the mirror and perceive Life without life like i am peering in the womb of a barren woman.  
See no sign of myself in all these realms..  
Tend to think im gone with the lost winds ..
Or out there drowning in lifeless springs.  

Despite all the odds i still believe there is no incurable wound.