Scars

Depression really does kill the soul...

Though the pain is weakened,

My cuts still bleed.

Though you're gone,

Through my nightmares I still beg and plead.

Though the fright still drifts off in memory,

I want to see the light oh so shimmery.

Away from the darkness

The clouds fade dim.

All I have left is this pain caused by him.

My cuts are slowly starting to heal,

Yet the scars that I will have,

Still show how I feel.

Author's Note

Don't mind the grammar problems please...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Scars are the reminder of pain and testing life. The scars may fade away. I like the description and the flow of emotion in the poem. I like the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Draven]

I... Wow... I like that. The first stanza is amazing.