Without A Permanent Scar

-Without A Permanent Scar-
by
Keaton Foster



Living so far
Without a permanent scar
Certainly there are wounds
Grievously inflicted
Paths to suffering
Unhealed abominations
Of absolute perfection
Inflicted upon me
By people turned creatures
Hellish aberrations
Doing what they did
For the worst kind of reason
Which according to them
Is absolutely none at all
Such open wounds
Fester and ooze
No longer does blood flow
Instead as the infection grows
Putrid puss bubbles up
From the core of my soul
Out into the world beyond
Such a caustic smell sickens
Those blind to my existence
It does not take long
For them to find me hiding within
The shadows and tricks of light
Once they spot me
Once they know for sure
They stop and they stare
Freakishly I am aware
Of what they see and what
They will come to think about me
They are sure that such wounds
Are self-infliction methods of getting
Desperately needed attention
Nothing could be further
From the reality that I am living
Without a permanent scar
These wounds that are mine
Shine through every truth
Burning away in absolute darkness
Itching, festering representations
Of all that has ever been done
Will I ever be able to heal
Will I ever be able to mend
Or will all that is within pour out
Will the infection of my existence spread
Beyond the world outside my skin
Injured, I fight every day to heal
I scream close to the wounds given
Without a permanent scar
The injuries suffered are still exposed
And everyone that dares to come close
Will know the extent of my wounds…


Without a Permanent Scar
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.