Scars
Each a different story to tell
The attack of rabid dogs
The burn of the house of fire
Saving the little girl from the knifes fall
A pain hidden behind each
Deformed skin
Never meant to heal
Never to be the same
The blood pulses through my vanes
As my flesh is cut
Against the sharp metal of the fence
The sting of my blood
Pouring from an open wound
The days go by
Watching the fresh wound change
Into an unforgiving scar
Forever to remind me
Of the horror of that day
I will never forget.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem is circular like the beginning could be put at the end and so on. that really creates the sense that its an ongoing problem with no obvious end. and the scars are lifelong too so we could look at this poem as the story a scar tells round and round as it fails to fade. lemons are good though. great write. -M