The poison of spring has dissolved in my veins; <br />A second is worth both my future and past. <br />The more I denied my becoming insane, <br />The sooner insanity touched me at last. <br />The silence we hear is the laugh of my fate, <br />The soundless laugh at the one I forgot - <br />The yesterday's me - and the force to create <br />The life I portrayed. But it's less than I've got. <br />I love the invisible scars of my skin - <br />The blades of your hands are so tempting, indeed. <br />These words I give birth to just come from within, <br />Revealing the truth till the scars start to bleed. <br />These words cost two hours less than a night - <br />Mixed feelings are harder to rhyme than small talk. <br />Two hours more, and the things will go right <br />As long as I fail my deceiving the clock.<br /><br />April Avalon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/invisible-scars/
