Old Scars

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Old Scars

Poem by: walkingonfate

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Sometimes, they never really heal

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Sometimes, they never really heal

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Submitted: December 21, 2009

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Submitted: December 21, 2009

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I snagged my shirt on a branch, today

Whilst racing in the shadow play

With the fairies, I struck alarm

To feel the scratches on my arm


But material are the scars there

An infant graze on skin so bare

Not like the one that has come to stain

My heart, my soul, my ground, my pain


Mesmerised by sleeping thorns

Remind me of old scars I mourn 

Reopen! Undoing of the secret seal

For truly, they never did heal


Staining paper, with a rouge so deep

The reddest ink, the blackest sleep

I wonder why the strain is sparse

The blood is real? Or just a farce?


I can't help but wonder why

No pain is felt, but tears I cry

My body is undoubtedly tarred

Just my mind, so it is, that remains scarred


I breathe in, one last time

Clear all thoughts from my mind

Now and then, life is ours.

My faded skin, my old scars




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