Everfall

I'm tattooed and scarred

My bruised and battered heart

Falling into the hungry abyss

Doing nothing to feed its envious greed

My skin marred by ink and blade

My form unpleasing to all

But mine eyes

We fell, just to stand again

My mutilated body, born many hardships

And still goes on

When will this damaged shell

Refuse to rise again

We all fall,

Some more beautifully than others

Some saved at the last possible precarious instant

But of us, we're ever trembling

Down the trecherous slope of life

Waiting, spilling into death's hungry maw

Oh they claimed me

Everfall

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I'm proud of my tattoos and my scars. Men who have no wounds and no tattoos worry me. How do you live a life always in the safe lane? Men and woman who have tattoos and scars show signs of a good life. I like this poem. Ending is the road for the all of us. Death will come sooner or later. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[alesuriko]

This is great. Descriptive with dark imagery. There are a few typos though, in "Doing nothing to feed its' envious greed" the apostrophe in "its" is unnecessary, with "My mutilated body, born many harships" it should be "hardships" and in "Whe will this damaged shell" you mean "when."
However, good use of informality with death by using maw. It's subtle but well placed. Very nicely done.

[Sam Severn]

This poem rocked me to my freakin' core!!! The lines "We all fall/Some more beautifully than others/Some saved at the last possible precarious instant" could've been written about MY life (on the days when it doesn't feel so hard to haul-a*s up the "trecherous slope of life"!) This is some dark s**t, but the hope hidden inside it shines BRIGHT! ㋡