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The scars tell you how many lives I’ve lived, how many shadows haunted and laughed at me, whispering the lies of hell in my ear. The scars tell how many times I’ve bleed, for your damn soul, when I know to hate you. yet I love. So I welcome you to look and trace and marvel at my wisdom, my sins are told, written upon my skin. If they should heal and be mended, I cut another on top, and wait for another scar to form. To take its place, to take its life. |
I can feel that there is a lot of underlying emotion to this poem, but it seems as if it is still a bit rough at certain places. One of these places is just the general rhythm, as I dont seem to be able to find it everywhere, it feels a bit choppy at times, especially 3rd stanza, 5th - 7th line. It seems a bit as if you just wanted to finish the poem, and therefore it hasn't been quite as thought out as the rest of the poem. Besides those details, I like this poem, and it is very realistic and easy to identify with, which is always a plus in my book. Take Care, -Natalia | Posted on 2006-10-04 00:00:00 | by Natalia Petro | [ Reply to This ] | |