"The Wounds Without Blood" (Humans are near, but humanity is not)
Introduction : Sometimes pain doesn’t scream, it whispers in silence, burns slowly, and hides behind the smile on a lonely face. This poem, “The Wounds Without Blood,” is born from days of sorrow, anxiety, and the feeling of being abandoned in a world full of people but empty of humanity. It speaks of loneliness, hidden suffering, and the desperate wish for comfort — not to glorify pain, but to give voice to what too many feel in silence. This is more than just verses; it is a reflection of reality, a reminder that even in our darkest nights, faith, hope, and love can guide us back toward the light. For anyone who has ever suffered quietly, this poem is for you. "The Wounds Without Blood" (Humans are near, but humanity is not) Since the day this sorrow took my hand, I’ve been drowning in a silent land; Smiles may cover what eyes can’t show, But inside I’m burning, slow… so slow. Four days passed, yet the pain won’t fade, It lingers like shadows where dreams are laid; I thou...