Wound

A wound gnaws�"it smolders, burning slowly;
The reach of a wound’s power
Runs deep�"very deep.
The filtering capacity of a wound is complex, full of hidden folds�"
Much like a fire concealed beneath a layer of ash�"
With a faint, bluish resentment lurking behind a colorful,
Salve-smeared surface.

And yet, one must go on living�"carrying many such wounds.