Operation Life.....Dissecting it!!

Because my grief seems quiet and apart,
Think not for such a reason it is less.
True sorrow makes a silence in the heart,
Joy has its friends but grief, its loneliness

The wound that tears does too readily confess.
It can be mended by fortune or by art.
But there are woes no medicine can dress,
For there are wounds that from the spirit start.

So do not wonder that I do not weep,
Or say my anguish is too little shown.
There is a quiet here, there is a sleep,
There is a peace that I’ve made my own.

So many wounds are bandaged within,
Healing them always takes a slow turn.
As much as I try, internally and without,
My heart bleeds, no more can I learn.

What do I crave for? What do I want?
What do I long for? What have I got?
Queries to explain, answers to be found,
Mysteries to unravel, thats what life's about!!