Bruises and Scars

this started of about a nice innocent poem about how beautiful the moon was, then all of a sudden it was really morbid!

It vanishes. then re-appears.

ever obscure in the blackening dusk.

A perfect curved scar

on the bruide blue sky,

never as black as the tree's

straining fingers

reaching for the moon

not silver, nor white

but a colour of its own.

 

I look to my own scars

not as visible against the pink skin of my wrist

but at one small point

a scar, now white with age

(though it has healed the pain has not)

drags accross the bruise blue vein

who's straining fingers reach for mine.

it resembles the moon, which has vanished for good

so i must cut another.

Author's Note

Innerspirit, legacy told me to ask your opinions of this, i know the spelling is abit...atrocious, which i also think i have spelt wrong... :/

Reviews

[Tasha]

This was deep, raw, beautiful, and full of emotion. Great imagery too.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[Bailey C. Writing]

on the bruide blue sky,
*Bruised?

This was deep, it was beautiful and expressed raw, true emotion.
The imagery was great in my mind, and I could clearly picture the moon, the scar on the wrist...
Good job.

[Helpless]

serene and beautiful

[XxtaintedxX]

This is really good..I feel like something happened to have to have you write this..