scars

tell me a story of when pain thrived

look upon skin, and forget the lies

fall back in time

remember the burn of each cut

and the sting of torn skin

remember the loss of hope

and when hope appeared again

think of tears that ruled over life

and the point where you began to forget to cry

think of the times your tears werent tears anymore

but blood that began to pour

think of the pain that caused more..

think of the time when numbness wouldnt appear

and life was your only fear

think back to that day life was just fading

and for the time of death you were awaiting

remember the time your pain was felt

by the curious people you damned to hell

think back to the pain they caused

and wonder if it was worth the cause

remember life

live 'til death

and think as you watched them break

at the loss of your breath

scars the living story

of your almost deaths glory

the time they felt your pain

and the guilt in them was found again

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Scars create character. We must live to learn by living and tasting life. Like the saying. Must know hell to understand heaven. I like this poem. The ending is true. A excellent poem.
Coyote