My Body Is a Canvas

My body is my paper,

The scars are my ink

Drawing in red, no longer can I think

 

My face is a shadow,

Dark and silent

 

My chest to waist,

Perfectly drawn scars; long and straight

 

My arms,

The veins and scars are parallel

 

My hands,

They look of plaid

Stitched like a professional

 

My mind,

Where demons try to see the pain they will find

 

My heart,

A passionate flow of red blood, pieces grown apart

Author's Note

Please comment! Thanks for reading:)

Reviews

[??????]

Wow you speak what you feel inside which makes it good for both writer and reader.

[The Quill]

it is sad indeed, but the flow of poem and the usage of words to knit the emotions is just amazing, it is really a beautiful poem

[Simon Welsh]

So dark and haunting. I love it!

[Gregory Stires]

"My body is my paper,
The scars are my ink
Drawing in red, no longer can I think"

i like how you use a simile to compare your body to paper and the scars that are there are the ink.

"My face is a shadow,
Dark and silent"

i think this part represents that you are like a shadow or are in someones shadow and that your are filled with dark silent thoughts that will not be voiced aloud.

"My mind,
Where demons try to see the pain they will find"

this part represents the demons within your mind that search for painful memories that are painful so they can torment you.

overall i think this poem is very symbolic and it expresses the feelings that you have buried within yourself.

[Dark Poet]

You nailed it on the spot. Thank you for your comment:)