Scary Fixation Poem by Tony Walton

Scary Fixation

Rating: 3.5


These are my scars
Where I did myself harm.
I cover them up
But they're here on each arm.
Count them like bars
On the cage of a cell.
These are the scars
Of my living in hell.

This is my song
That I wrote on a page
Torn from the book
Of my anger and rage.
This is my howl
From the back of the stage.
This is my prowl
Round the cell of my cage.

This is my life
And I want it to end.
Don't try to offer me
Something to mend
All that's been broken.
It's what wouldn't bend
To the curse that was spoken.
And no one's my friend.

These are my scars
Where I watched my blood flow,
Hiding it well so that
No one would know.
These are the stars
That watched over my birth
And condemned me to walk
With the damned of the earth.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem was written from the direct experience of working with children in local authority care, and dedicated anonymously to five of them in particular.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bronte Woodruff 22 August 2012

this is brilliant.. I hear all you said as you returned from work..very powerful and staccato Tony... I hadn't heard this before. Clifford House eh! ?

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Bethany Buhl 21 August 2012

Wow this is beautiful. Even though your talking about such a sad thing. It's still so beautiful.

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