Hurt lurks inside me all the time,
in the recesses of my heart,
in the foggy corners of my mind,
And, tears my soul eyes

Words, actions, reactions, indifference et al
steal my heat away
leave me cold turkey; and a sense of
being  untouched, untasted.

A salve to my wounds is hard to locate,
for i know not where to look.
Memories, reminiscences don't help,
when hurt is the reason they exist.

I want to leave my mark
not as a skid, like a colossus
To be known for reasons
Other than the hurt I suffered.