Chase the cold world away
where honesty lies and loves betray
Mend the wounds within
Beneath the surface of my skin
Free me loves drowning me
in quicksand
hoping someone reaches for me
but noones there to take my hand
to pull me up from
down in the hell of my mind
I'm trapped bolted down
but not impossible to find
Drifting though my suffering
time refuses to mend
tired of these wounds
and stumblings
that crash over and transcend
Noones there to comfort me
from crashing waves of misery
Noones ever there to see
The scars loves left in me

Nicholas McDonough

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wounds-of-the-soul-jan-15th-2003/