Everfall

Everfall

A Poem by Sabbath_Nikole

I'm tattooed and scarred

My bruised and battered heart

Falling into the hungry abyss

Doing nothing to feed its envious greed

My skin marred by ink and blade

My form unpleasing to all

But mine eyes

We fell, just to stand again

My mutilated body, born many hardships

And still goes on

When will this damaged shell

Refuse to rise again

We all fall,

Some more beautifully than others

Some saved at the last possible precarious instant

But of us, we're ever trembling

Down the trecherous slope of life

Waiting, spilling into death's hungry maw

Oh they claimed me

Everfall

© 2010 Sabbath_Nikole


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I'm proud of my tattoos and my scars. Men who have no wounds and no tattoos worry me. How do you live a life always in the safe lane? Men and woman who have tattoos and scars show signs of a good life. I like this poem. Ending is the road for the all of us. Death will come sooner or later. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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I dont have any tattoos (I dont think it's worth getting a tattoo just for the sake of having one - there needs be a reason behind it), but I have many scars. Scars are tattoos with better stories if you ask me. I'd rather remember that brain tumor operation that saved my life then that night in Vegas, if you get my drift :)

The random form of the poem suits the subject matter well. I love the triumph of rising every time we fall,
"When will this damaged shell
Refuse to rise again"

Nicely done.

Posted 10 Years Ago


very nicely done. i love your word choice in the lines
"We all fall,
Some more beautifully than others
Some saved at the last possible precarious instant"
it's very well written and has a nice message to it good job keep it up

Posted 10 Years Ago


I thought this was interesting. Good descriptive words. Good write all together. Thanks for sharing. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


when I look into my mirror,I see the scars that life left behind,what I don't see is the journey I made to get here today...LonelySoul

Posted 10 Years Ago


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aww! the perfect word for this is DOOMED! a perfect darkness. i like the consumtion parts.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Everyone has a story behind every scar. There is always that sweet or not so sweet memory it brings back. This poem captures that to a T. Good job.

By the way, I like the ending very much.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really like this. Actually your writing style kind of reminds me of mine. Thanks for sharing this! :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love how this brings deeper meaning to our scars and tats, it reminds us that we all have a story to tell. very beautiful write.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Those of us with scars usually have reason to be proud and strong for we survived some challenge or hardship. Those without scars are either too young or haven't really lived their life yet. And in the end, we all die, whether we have lived our life fully or not. This is a wonderful poem to make one think.

I think you meant hardships in "born many hardhips".

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i too am filled with tattoos and scars -- a lifetime of love and hurt -- some self inflected and some because i cared for one that didn't care for me -- nice write my poet

Posted 10 Years Ago


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