These are superficial wounds,
The wounds inflicted by the world
Wounds of time and monetary losses
Wounds given by loved one who left
Or stayed but didn’t quite love us right
All superficial wounds.
Nothing skin deep, all flesh wounds,
For the wounds that come from outside
Never really go too deep.

It’s the wounds that comes from inside
The wounds of sorrow and regret,
The wounds of self hatred
That does the real damage to a man.

It’s the wounds that we give ourselves
To match the wounds of the world
That really hurt us,
That kill us.

-N

 

Daily Prompt- Superficial

Painting by Edouard Manet 
Poetry © Copyright 2017, Niharika Jaiswal