Internal rage its damage mounting
As tears moved farther from my reach
My soul inflamed by unrelenting hurt
Memories secreted in the caverns of my mind
No relief in the distance
Sharp, glistening liberator in hand
Illuminating signs of iniquitous past
Blood flowed freely over pure flesh
Through open wounds pain seeped out
Leaving my heart to beat again
Scars are souvenirs never to be forgotten
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Kim Schilling
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/souvenirs-3/
