Saturday, April 17, 2010

Beautiful Scar






Beautiful Scar

Looking at my hands in uselessness 
On this precipice in infinite alone
Surrounded by intimate suffering
One is always lost when you have no home
The swirling despair mumbles to me madness
While clutching this leaking boil on my chest
Feeling its tautness beneath my numb fingers
My face betrays the simmer of stubbornness
The rusty tear of mistakes on my flesh lingers
However, I will not let go of the people
Hunger dribbles from my rotting wound
Pus so viscous, that it won't even flow  
Infecting my skin with its putridity 
Is this anguish my power, disease, or death?
My tongue swells leaving me no words to speak 
As I hold the hot lance glowing in my caress
My flesh burns acrid like jealousy 
In contemplation, whether I have the strength
Perhaps, I will stab too deep into my heart 
Killing my treasured memories, killing me
Or too superficial, leaving my optimism forever fallow 
Maybe, I will heal and be left with a beautiful scar
It’s raised shape so comforting under my touch 
Always and forever with me as something physically real 

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