Tattoo

I look down

at the tatoo's on my wrists

I can feel the rise and fall

 

Each Tattoo is a memory

Of my own hell

Memories that will never leave

 

I remember

getting each one

every expiriance

 

I run my fingers over each

feeling the sensation

the pain

 

Some, i still remember the pain

Others the pain has faded

 

there are tattoo's I gave my self

Others people gave to me

each one a reminder

 

As i look down

I feel my wrists

Now filled with scars

Reviews

[Keevan]

truly and amazing write. thank you for entering in into my contest. this poem has promise.

[deeps]

This is such a powerful and sad write full of emotion!

[Impulse]

This is sad but powerful. Full of emotion. I've felt the same things you have described in this piece. Truly amazing =]

[Hello, Goodbye]

I love the imagery and emotions.