Friday, 22 March 2013

The lines I draw

I can't help but cry
The pain runs in lines
Drops form and congeal
They smart as they start to heal

Why am I cursed
With this compulsion
To draw lines
upon my skin

My arm tells a story
My legs are a map
My shoulders show
Their stripes

I am a soldier 
Returning from war
With wounds that
Tell my story

My gashes heal
But new ones are torn afresh
I have survived one battle
But I already fight the next

This is the struggle 
That never stops
I am within its grasp
For ever

What would my old schoolmates say
If they saw how I had changed
My body is a roadmap
Of pain and suffering

My eyes are blank
My heart is broken
My life is ruined
And I,
I am dead