The Wounds - A Villenelle

The wounds grip and cut deep
When I push the pain down to hide.
Desire, rejection, neglect heap.

The harder and down farther I push it will seep
From my skin exploding over from the inside.
The wounds grip and cut deep.

The voice and image rings in a beep.
Reasons for my feelings I can not provide.
Desire, rejection, neglect heap.

The more I open and pull down walls, I reap
sadness for my rules I have defied.
The wounds grip and cut deep.

The loneliness I feel and curl up; I weep.
No one comes with me by my side.
Desire, rejection, neglect heap.

The pain and stagnant remain tied.
No change no remorse keep.
The wounds grip and cut deep.
Desire, rejection, neglect heap.