A scar with no name,
a selft inflected stain
in my heart as I breah in
I inhale pain...
It has me twisted worse than the twisted
swirls of a candy cane...
has my head spinning in vertigo
wanting to faint...
This scar bleeds at night
dreading away all the fears and tears...
So I sleep in a sponge
to obsorb all the fears and tears,
questioning why am I still even here?
no light could shine on me now
no dream catcher could catch me now
as I fall into my scar deeper in deeper.
now I wake up, and realized
that I have a heart that is paralized,
never to heal,
cant even explain how I feel
I pinch my self to make sure its real
but learned to accept that I have now a scar...
with no name...
Robert Araya
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-scar-with-no-name/
