Shreds: “Wounds”

Remind me of the reason why
For cries that stun and draw me nigh,
That lay me low upon the ground,
Empty, weary, path unwound,
After deer have fled ‘n flight,
With no answers brought to light
To questions you ne’er did ask,
Only scabs from wounds that bask
Inflicted by blind marksmen’s aim,
Hired by error, void in claim.
In a tangle o’ nothing I lie,
Yawning, bowing, dreaming to die,
Dreaming no dreams will find
A resting place within my mind.