Scars remind me of my past.
Those hollowed chambers filled my mind
Of blunt images of the terror buried.
And it burns me, it churns my soul.
They return in my dreams and it's horrid.
It tears my soul, holds it in the rack.
And it pulls me, the pain unbearable.
It whispers its diabolic words "I'll be back"
And it will haunt me again and again.
These scars will haunt me forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A piece of work straight from the depths of anguish! ...touches the heart!