Category : Poems

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What lays beneath the surface of a healed wound.

The upper layer seems okay; no marks, no scratches, no pain.
Even toned thus, 
We think it's all okay,
At least, so we say.

But in some cases,
Pass the epidermis downwards to the dermis and to the hypodermis;
there is something that lays deep from the past.

It lays there stagnant,
It festers, it becomes septic;
You not realizing as everything on the outside seems okay. 

But deep within lays years of pain;
Deepest regrets that leads to stress and depression.
You not knowing as you choose to suppress all over time. 

You choose to try and forget all the mess; 
working yourself to almost the point of death.
But beneath the surface it's a mess, as what lays now spreads rapidly.

Increases in size infecting all that's around;
On the outside everything seems fine
But deep down there is pain all around.

Oblivious to what's happening,
Over time it never gets better. 
As it spreads it infects. 

The blood around now turns to a mess.
It now reaches to your blood vessels and to your veins.
It makes its way to your heart and to your brain. 

Revealing all the hurt and all the past pain,
It's like nothing is the same again. 

R. Davy
Copyright 2018