Soul that was Maimed

Burning in flames,
Without any fire,
As on a pyre.

Dead cold as snowball,
That does not thaw,
As in a morgue.

Ruptured, bruised and,
Dull it looked;
The broken chord,
Made the music mute.

A deep cut,
Without any blood;
No oozing out;
It was all kept,
Under a shroud.

The scathing pain,
Was unbearable again;
This time,
It was the soul,
That was maimed.