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j.a.c.
by Aaron BlairThey say to get through life
requires a thicker skin,
but I'm not sure
if I have any skin at all.
I'm almost certain, at this point,
that the invisible fingers
of this pointless existence
have steadily peeled it all away.
Now they're working
at my nerve endings.
Now they're coated
with my sticky blood.
There's nothing I can do to fix it,
just wrap myself in the sheets
on my bed and turn the lights off,
while I wait for the scars to take hold. 07/26/2010 Posted on 07/28/2010
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 07/28/10 at 03:20 PM Exactafreakingmente, mi amigo of words! Just how I feel lately. Love it! |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/28/10 at 03:25 PM very vivid capture. i've felt that way time and again. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 07/29/10 at 01:55 AM Are we the sum of our experience or the sum of scars and things we survived? At least when you trail crimson you always know where you've been. Thanks for sharing. |
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