MARKS
Marks from long ago
Marks that pierce the skin
And cut the soul
Marks that defined the sense of pain
living in the memory of it day after day
the scars might be old
but the pain is still well known
Marks on the body
Memories for the soul
Should we always do what we are told
In a pool of empathy I swim
I float on the surface
Pulling close to a word
Hope that I will never sink in
Marks of lies, killed by time
but the pain remains alive
© 2009 Thomas Dooley
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