Internal rage its damage mounting <br />As tears moved farther from my reach <br />My soul inflamed by unrelenting hurt <br />Memories secreted in the caverns of my mind <br />No relief in the distance <br /> <br />Sharp, glistening liberator in hand <br />Illuminating signs of iniquitous past <br />Blood flowed freely over pure flesh <br />Through open wounds pain seeped out <br />Leaving my heart to beat again <br /> <br />Scars are souvenirs never to be forgotten <br /> <br /> <br />http: //allpoetry.com/poem/4549681<br /><br />Kim Schilling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/souvenirs-3/
