Chase the cold world away <br />where honesty lies and loves betray <br />Mend the wounds within <br />Beneath the surface of my skin <br />Free me loves drowning me <br />in quicksand <br />hoping someone reaches for me <br />but noones there to take my hand <br />to pull me up from <br />down in the hell of my mind <br />I'm trapped bolted down <br />but not impossible to find <br />Drifting though my suffering <br />time refuses to mend <br />tired of these wounds <br />and stumblings <br />that crash over and transcend <br />Noones there to comfort me <br />from crashing waves of misery <br />Noones ever there to see <br />The scars loves left in me<br /><br />Nicholas McDonough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wounds-of-the-soul-jan-15th-2003/
