a realization
leisurely gnaws away at me
my heart sinks lower
shrinking from being devoured
my mind
wonders resolutely away
from the hurt
that stings too raw
my soul
cowers
waiting in vain
for the Lighted hour
intotheindigo
My muse's quiet amusement
intotheindigo 
The sting of things can burn long after they are over… I think we can all relate on some level.
My SOUL COWERS. I have felt that a few times.