Spoken Wound

I can recognize pain from a mile away

Etched on her lover's face

Tangled in their warm embrace

It's like a language of its own

Distorted, lost in translation 

Unspoken, yet told

Through the eyes of those who know

Who've seen, who've felt

Who've mourned in the stillness of the night

Who awake to yet another fight /

It colours their world and sours their taste

They seem to run at a different pace 

Theirs is an unfortunate power

To carve out joy with their teeth

To stand on unsteady feet