Masochist

Written Saturday, July 2, 2011

Managing to fit in on an everyday basis
Alone he can not withhold his true nature
Supreme pain, his favorite thrill, he indulges
One scar at a time, he slowly feels alive
Creating a body of memories, the skin - a witness
His mind could ask him more than his body could take
Inside he rejoices for he has total control
So often they met, the blade - his friend
Tomorrow will come but tonight he is free

Reviews

[J Todd Underhill]

I have lived this poem, not that I am proud of it, but I understand the need for pain at certain times in your life. Well written my friend!