SCARS ALL OVER ME: Poetry by Damon Whitsell

This one came in a dark depression


Lacerations on my soul
Soon to scar , got no control
Revisions in my thought control
Mangled mess I’m far from whole

Truth in my soul, I start to bleed
Take my sins away from me
I’m hostile towards insanity
Heal my wound, kill my beast

It’s all good, mind telling me
Pursue yourself you’ll be free
Insanity is reality
Before I die set me free

Look at me, I am depravity
Take away reality
Incarcerate my humanity
Now I’m scared, my soul it bleeds
There’s scars all over me!

Copyright 1999 Damon Whitsell

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