scars
by Jason Alan
your eyes masquerade as prison bars
my heart is cold as it sits among the stars
your wrists are ragged, covered in scars
my lungs are black, smothered in tars
our minds are hunks of jelly, kept in jars
but none of that matters tonight, our bodies are ours
Probably my favorite poem of yours
Awesome, thanks!
Oh, you poor things. What has happened to you in this poem?
I smoke a lot of cigarettes. haha
i knew it.
No matter what’s going on, warmth (bodies) can always bring comfort and a sense of life. Great poem.
Thank you
I’m usually not one for rhyming and same-ending lines like this, but you do a fantastic job bringing in emotion and wordplay to balance it out. The avoidance of the pain is well illustrated as well. Lovely poem.