Feeling the Salt on Your Wound

Every time I smile, 

I see my past dug up.

My love sold.

My feelings compromised.

Every moment I think

I am happy,

Every time I hope

It will all be good,

I see the dragon of ill-fate

Eat up my hope.

Each time I look,

At the healing wound

Caused by 

The Sickle that dug up my past,

I can see people holding

In their hands,

Salt.

To rub on my wound.

To see my eyes red;

My cheeks wet.