Scars Won

Everyone has a certain feeling. That uncomfortable one. Pain.

Sometimes, they ask where my scars came from
With a smile, battles lost and battles won
Give the runt a pair of boxing gloves

When the only thing you've got
Are your words, your name, and balls
Everyone wolves at night howling to rip the day apart
To me, it was the iron grey sky that cut deeper than any knife
Because praying to the guy in the sky for a take five
Just to save my life

No, I couldn't make this up
The scars come from the deepest backwaters of blood
Gushed from any place a fist could land.
The wine red scars on the hands
Tell more tales than parallel cut ups
Covered by makeup

The sores and burns on my hands?
The white callous marks laid with dead skin and follicles
The result of doing a hundred pushups on summer blazed sands
From the highest threshold of misshapen arms to pupils
The result of lifting twice my size, and telling the spotter another 45 plate
Because ivory and plastic plates
Could never satiate
The hunger within
the only way to survive; the will to win
Midnight struck that thousand time
Replays in my a head a couple hundred times,
Leaves me traumatized like the dreams I searched for my whole life
All they gave me back was a bag of ashes.

The sort of burn you get when your best friend
Switches gears and swerved
Left me black and blue on a distant curb
No, not that type, the blue black of frostbite
The smoothest lane
While the noose of guilt suited to perfectly fit you
Was right there with you
Fight that feeling, the fleeting feeling of sleep creeping in

Every sleepless late night the beast in the belly tears apart my insides
Smooth jabs like lightning, struck twice to the same spot
The hook a rainbow that always hits marks
Cause everytime I hit one I can't seem to touch the floor
The sort of light that blinded every star in the night sky
dressed in clouds

The runt has a pair of red mittens
Takes them off, he's a mountain of a man
The same kind that breaks the straight line of the horizon
Look up to the yellow orb in sky, alas, the star has arrived, for the Sun rises.

The scars won, and they say I survived
Despite how they fade, they remember me in my most private moments of that dark place

Reviews

[hi]

this is good, i like to see the next, it was like i could see what you wrote like a image in my head,

[Prudhvi Battena]

the writing is so good, words used are very inspiring. You should use some rhyming to make it more appealing. Looking forward for your next work.