bryan wallace

Wounded In Action - Poem by bryan wallace

How did I manage that?
I've stabbed myself
With a fountain pen.
Blue blotchy ink
Mingled with blood,
Tattoo like
Beneath my skin.
I suppose that I
Can now call myself
A writer -
I've got the scars to prove it!

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 3, 2015

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