Old scars

Today, you woke up with the feeling…
that your wound was bleeding…
your old wound…
your closed wound…
your hole without filling…

Your heart was beating…
stunned in the middle of the storm,
of the sadness,
in a dark room…
just full of loneliness…

Your breathing was beating,
between the inert sigh…
and before the brave pack…
who has nothing but
pride and lack of sensitivity…

Your soul was trying to escape…
of those dark memories,
of those false appearances…
of pride and no humility…

Today, you woke up from sleep,
of the old wounds…
of the raw and ephemeral
reality…