My back is made of a thousand scars
each one from a different knife
most of the blades have long since rusted away
leaving the newer ones that remain
sticking out from where they were sunk
like stegosaurus vertebrae
Occasionally some idiot tries to add their own mark
considering themselves the new Brutus
not brave enough to face me head on
but still thinking they’re clever for what they did
Sometimes their weapon rebounds and breaks
slicing into the hand that wields it
my skin has got tougher since the old days
and is still getting stronger by the year
My back is made of a thousand scars
each one from a different knife
the blades have long since rusted away
no more new ones will take their place
the pattern the old ones made
will be added to
already it is starting to fade
this is seriously an amazing poem despite how sad it is. this poem is beautiful!
Wow John this is a very strong write. The story is tinged with bitterness but superbly written.It rhymes beautifully. Well done
Great poem. Powerful and open - probably cathartic to write. Back-stabbers do cause us pain but your poem shows how to rise above and beyond it. Often backbiters are envious though they rarely can see that.
Surviving other humans individually or in institutionalused packs(especialy ones just following orders and even going against their owm judgement) is something I was totally unprepared for. like oters who jxve commented here I can relate to your poem very well sadly. Powerful and well expressed and I found it therapeutic to read. Thanks.
All to well. I felt like I was stabbed with diff knives. It has the feeling deep down inside. Like you are made with a thousand fists.
Reading through I saw a whole lot of me, reminded me of something I scribbled on my diary a while back. I must say, you fleshed it out to perfection!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this piece. My back too, is made of a thousand scar..