Scars XII

• Luke Tisdell, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2009

Accompany me into the maelstrom,
The mighty maelstrom of existence,
Leave all behind-be nothing but numb,
Walk the line between fact or fiction,

Sear my skin-take the pain within,
Pass that parcel that's hot as sin,
Step inside of my twelve scars,
Of memories lost and bottled jars.

Anger subsides into total anarchy,
Blind in one eye-an untold story,
Blurred vision makes it hard to see,
These twelve scars are not of glory,

The greatest story never told,
Of the lives lost and souls sold,
Of a lonely child's twelve scars,
And his alien future-up in the stars,