Kim Schilling

Rookie (1967 / Illinois)

Souvenirs - Poem by Kim Schilling

Internal rage its damage mounting
As tears moved farther from my reach
My soul inflamed by unrelenting hurt
Memories secreted in the caverns of my mind
No relief in the distance

Sharp, glistening liberator in hand
Illuminating signs of iniquitous past
Blood flowed freely over pure flesh
Through open wounds pain seeped out
Leaving my heart to beat again

Scars are souvenirs never to be forgotten


http: //allpoetry.com/poem/4549681


Comments about Souvenirs by Kim Schilling

  • (8/17/2008 7:41:00 AM)


    Your last line has been effectively expressed! True some scars do not heal, the
    balm of time does caress!
    -Raj Nabdy
    (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • (8/15/2008 11:24:00 AM)


    i am poetically inspired. take care. (Report) Reply

  • (4/30/2008 11:23:00 PM)


    Yes! I have to all your work! loved it! (Report) Reply

  • (4/8/2008 2:35:00 PM)


    A brilliant composition my friend! Thanks. (Report) Reply

Read all 4 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Friday, April 4, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 5, 2008


[Report Error]