Wheel of Scars

---

A scar is born
Out of an apthy torn.
A numbness, unfolding,
A coldness, unyielding.

In a bold attempt of fighting the cold,
Unwinding the endless knot,
Follows the thread of the cut.
The surge.
The impulse.
Satisfied. And gratified.

The appeased god of numbness,
Engulf the pain of existentence.
Fries the coldness,
Only to enrich with warmth.
Igniting pain, spreading ache
All over the dead.

Indifference is disarmed.
A wound is invited.
For twinging pain is alarmed.
A wave of healing is inflicted.
Leaving one to wonder,
If only healing was painless,
Or granted.

Pain thrives while healing sprouts,
Wounds thicken.
Agony is sown.
And, a scar is born.
Marking the pain.
Declaring the mend.

All is well,
Until numbness swell,
The looping cycle resets.
The wheel of scars –
Is completed.