A scar with no name, <br />a selft inflected stain <br />in my heart as I breah in <br />I inhale pain... <br />It has me twisted worse than the twisted <br />swirls of a candy cane... <br />has my head spinning in vertigo <br />wanting to faint... <br />This scar bleeds at night <br />dreading away all the fears and tears... <br />So I sleep in a sponge <br />to obsorb all the fears and tears, <br />questioning why am I still even here? <br />no light could shine on me now <br />no dream catcher could catch me now <br />as I fall into my scar deeper in deeper. <br />now I wake up, and realized <br />that I have a heart that is paralized, <br />never to heal, <br />cant even explain how I feel <br />I pinch my self to make sure its real <br />but learned to accept that I have now a scar... <br />with no name...<br /><br />Robert Araya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-scar-with-no-name/
