Analysis of Wounded Minds, Wounded Souls: Healing the Pains We Cannot See

I      
The mourning souls do wander without rest,              
Within their hearts a raging tempest breeds,
Each morn they wake to internal strife and stress,   
Finding no solace as each new day speeds.
Lost in a prison of their making, cast           
Adrift upon seas of woe and pain unending,           
Their isolation grows more complete each passed             
Moment alone, no peace or joy attending.

II
Afflicted by passions out of all control,
They lash with words meant solely to deceive,   
The barbs and bile poured from a bitter soul    
Are but cries for aid none will believe.
With thoughts in turmoil and deeds rash and raw,    
True purpose eludes their grasping hands.

III                 
Harsh words they fling seek others to draw down,       
Into the whirling chaos of their minds,              
As swirling tides swirling ever around,               
No anchorage or calm their torment finds.
Delusions rule their perception, grip too tight,
Distort each interaction into slanted views,
While outward fury masks inner plight,                 
Behind sharp daggers stormbound anguish brews.

IV
Trapped within the cage of psychology unwell
With perturbed thoughts in a tangled net,    
Their actions lash without intent to quell     
The demons beneath fury not yet tamed.  
Bound by compulsion not will they spread         
Unhappiness borne of inner pains untold,   
While reasons for hatred lie buried instead    
Within depths none but they can behold.

V
They know not themselves, so others decry,       
Double vision splits each sight they view,         
Grasping at shadows, all truths deny,               
Trust in nothing, not even what is true.
Lost to kindness, to reason now barred,         
Deaf to appealing calls of calmer minds,
Alone in the storm, unanchored, marooned, adrift,  
Below the surface a scared child hides.

VI
Though thorns they fling seeking to pierce and cut,     
Their poisoned barbs were never meant to last,    
Within turmoil alone they stay shut,              
Reject what might their demons lay to rest.  
Harsh words ephemeral, cannot cause real harm,    
Unlike hidden pain driving inner hate,               
Beneath fluttering cloak lies a wounded form,       
Trapped in a prison they themselves create.

VII
Pity them, lost souls without haven or peace,     
Their suffering stems from pains not plainly seen,
Reach if you're able their humanity to release    
From tempest mind and havoc it hath been.  
Calm words may soothe where threats only incite,
Compassion softens where judgment serves to rile,  
Within each angry child some good remains in sight    
If seen from outside fury's guise for a while.

VIII   
They know not why darkness clouds their mind,     
Confusion rules where reason once held sway,       
Lost in a labyrinth no escape they find,       
Wandering endlessly from day to weary day.
Trapped in a maze of their psyche's flawed design,
All paths lead only in winding circling routes,       
No thread or star to navigation aligns,       
While madness steadily all clear thought devours.  

IX
They feel pain though its origins be obscure,    
Within wounds fester invisible to view,
Hatred breeds where once grew joy so pure,          
Darkness submerges what once shone soulful blue.
Born not of choice into psyches awhirl,          
Tormented souls deserving empathy's light,    
Reach them with care, lest rage consume all,      
Before healing can dawn and inner peace ignite.

X
Though strange fruits their troubled being bears,     
Within each angry word distress may lurk,
Pity, not scorn, is the response it wares,           
Before flames of resentment higher smirk.   
Calm speaking and patience, not challenges hurled,    
May through storms of psyche a pathway strew,     
To grasp hands stretched from another kind world,     
And journey with guides who compassion show.

XI  
Lost within labyrinths of suffering minds,      
Peace founders on rocks of pain-sharpened wits,
Mercy alone their self-imprisoned state defines,      
While in reflection each traumatic scar yet splits.  
Wish them not ill though passions bitter seem,    
For Self lies the source from which torments rose,
With tranquil words a message gently gleam,       
That pathways to healing still within flow.

XII              
Beyond outward vehemence inner depths cry,               
Deeper than mind-tempests a heartbeat dwells,
Within each conflicted soul good remnants lie,         
If seen with eyes that deeper truths impels.   
Past rage's shroud glows a light not overwritten,
However dimmed by storms hatred stirs anew,
With patience help them find Self thus recite,       
Discover peace dwells where calm minds ensue.

XIII
None are born to fury's relentless call,               
Pity ills unrest can breed in minds awry,
Within each pained being's core goodness enthrall,  
Though darkness now veils what once shone soulful eye.
Reach them in empathy,ardor ignite,   
Guide troubled thoughts to kinder streams,
With care help mend what hatred left behind benight,   
Till in still waters calm their true nature gleams.

XIV  
Though strange words bear rage's unyielding rule,       
Deeper currents of care lie submerged in sight,
Discern past frenzied torrents a human soul,   
Where healing waters eternally unite.  
All beings feel pain though forms diverge,
Within each pained one compassion find,
Lift weary minds where inner peace can emerge,
Till in still minds calm anchored shores incline.

XV
Calm words alone distressed souls release may bring,
From prisons inner anguish had tightly bound,
Replace wrath's dominion with empathy's wing,     
Guide lost ones home where solace lies around.
Hatred but masks pains elsewhere unhealed,  
Deeper than storms of psyche good still stands,
Lift veiled eyes to horizons kindness unveiled,
Reveal to souls lost peace's welcoming lands.