Some Wounds Never Heal — Writings Of A Gentle Old Man
A Poem by Señor Tao
Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.
Some wounds never heal.
There is always an indentation
that remains in the heart,
A scar across the skin to remind you
of some event which happened long ago.
I try to forget but the pain is too clear,
it seems too recent, like, only yesterday.
A hole, an emptiness, a vague feeling of loss
which drugs and alcohol cannot erase.
Some wounds never heal.
And so I move on to live a life
shattered by an event we cannot change.
A memory we cannot alter, a dream like feeling,
a reoccurring nightmare I awaken from
angry and screaming in a cold soaking sweat.
Then I wonder and ask myself if it were real.
The pain of loss can never be forgotten…
Some wounds never heal.
🌹With love and in memory of Kathleen Sherrill (August 30, 1933 — June 29, 2003)
Originally published at https://gentleoldman.com on June 29, 2024.
