A Poem by DarkStar

It burnt and blistered skin,
So I should be mad.
It hurts like a b***h, I tell you,
But I'm struggling to be sad. 

I could do without the pain, I suppose,
But its keeping me awake. 
It was an accident I promise, 
But just not quite a mistake. 

The shock left me quick.
The pain did stay a while.
Through panicked breath, a shamefully admit,
I struggled not to smile.

The after care is horrid,
A part I'd like to never have again.
But writing has become a lot easier,
Since this burn has become my friend.  

© 2017 DarkStar

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Damn, I can SO RELATE to those last two lines...
"But writing has become a lot easier,
Since this burn has become my friend."

Once the pain is accepted and turned around into something of a muse, things become so much better. :)
Thanks for sharing this piece. Cheers!

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Added on November 9, 2017
Last Updated on November 9, 2017



Manchester, United Kingdom

I am me. I write what I feel. It's mostly sad, and I am sorry for that. But such is life my friends. I hope you enjoy reading my work. And I am sure I will enjoy reading yours. - - - - - - - - - - -.. more..

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A Poem by DarkStar