Scars

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Scars

Fantasies are always free.
Always perfect.
And imagination-well-the soul flies!
Worlds known by none,
but you.
Still life holds many a thorn.
And each gouge must be cleansed,
and bandaged,
again and again.
And for such a long time,
it goes on.
From birth
till death.
Scars nobody,
sees,
but you.

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lightcourier commented on Scars

05-04-2009

I think I like it better as scares. Gives a kinda psychotic twist! lol Your work is great.

Drivingczar commented on Scars

04-18-2009

Unreal and real. Nice subject. Great write!

bandit1192 commented on Scars

02-18-2009

Excellant poem. is it scares or scars? I think we all have wounds that have healed over the years, but there will always be reminders. TS

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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