Unknown to the world around <br />The thoughts that spin in my head <br />To think to hear the memorial sound <br />Of the final words I will have ever said <br /> <br />No-one knows the severity <br />Of the actions by which I have plotted <br />Against myself and others <br />A full sheet all but doted <br /> <br />To let go from my grip of this <br />To slip away and fall <br />To feel the wind behind me now <br />I debate to end it all <br /> <br />For what I've worked for I have lost <br />With scars to remember memories <br />Like the time in the field of frost <br />That Is only remembered through my writing <br /> <br />But I have the scars to prove it <br />And I remember still how it felt <br />When the angels held me in their hands <br />So light I should have dealt <br /> <br />A regret I regret to regret <br />From a choice of destiny <br />A memory I wish to forget <br />To remove these scars from me<br /><br />Matt Burgett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scars-72/
