There is scar there though no one can see,
It may not lie on the skin for the world to notice.
Though like a knife in the heart I remember.
The scar pains me, as I lay crying and hopeless.
White hair, blue eyes, and frail legs,
Wheelchair and memories go hand in hand.
A cut that will never heal;
Deeper than anything seen.
Remembering is dying a thousand times over.
Every breath I breathe is drinking acid.
Memories burn holes in me,
Leaving nothing but a scar.
I see the farm and all that was.
And hear his slurred voice hard to understand.
I can taste the bland nursing home food.
I can smell the smell of old people do.
I can feel his feeble body in my embrace.
And I remember the look of his compassionate face.
I am poked and prodded at,
Without them knowing of my wounds.
His face still so clear,
And his voice, a newfound melody in my ears.
I don’t want to hurt
But, I don’t want to forget,
That this scar that I carry with me
Is the only reminder of my love for my grandfather.
- Title: The Scar
- Artist: XdragonrunesX
- Description: I tried to but down my strongest emotions on paper so I hope I did a good job at using imagery...
- Date: 10/17/2008
- Tags: scar