Treasure Island

Nick Kler

(07/09/1967 / USA)

Heartaches come and go

Heartaches come and go
wounds that are left behind
scars the face of our life
every time!

One by one
they come out every month
scriptures and scribbles
tatooed upon the chest
of some daddy's little girl

Forced into the darkness,
of a cold and damp street
scorned out of her childhood
by a guardian of her life

Hard as a stone, she is
Covered with this indelible art
That sit's upon her heart
Like an eternal scar

Her body is covered in it
She tries to hide behind it
The shame of her livelihood

Her innocence and her screams
Her childhood and her dreams
Are still so very real
Safely stored behind
The façade of her being

Nick Kler

Submitted: Saturday, September 05, 2009
Edited: Friday, May 28, 2010
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