One little mark Easy to bare Who in their mind Would even care Tempest flooding My mind growing grim Throwing away thoughts Mere memories of him
Flood gates open Release the tears That now flood Catching the image Covered in blood Hide behind the smiles From truths I dare not see Fighting daily Trying to stay free
"Hide behind the smiles, from truths I dare not see"--it's interesting when we hide like this; are we hiding our pain from others, or ourselves. Can we not stand to see our own hurts, our own wounds? It's always easy to bury the pain in the past and forget, but it leaves it unresolved and festering in our dreams. And long after these emotional wounds (no matter what kind they are)--We're always a bit afraid to look at our own scars. We're afraid of the pain and shame they bring us, and the hardest part is you can't talk about them, because if you talk, you have to face it all yourself. You have a day of reckoning, when all your past calls you on the carpet and takes account. When I read the title, "The Mark," and I read the poem, that's what I thought of: the marks emotional scars leave on our souls.
You do have definite poetic talent--this poem alone proves it.
Interesting, a neat little poem to describe a breakup or seperation. But on the second stanza your rhyme pattern is interupted. Also, if you read carefully you could see a slight syllable pattern in attempt. Perhaps you could fix it?
"Throwing away thoughts
Mere memories of him"
I can feel the emotion here...This is obviously short but the meaning is just great...Very honest... :)))
In this short poem, you speak through the flow of words your using. Its compelling and speaks for itself one way or another. Good poem you have written here.