The most soft spoken
Has the loudest cry
With tears streaming down the face
It is time to leave a new mark
A new scar
A permanent memory
With blood temporarily staining the skin
Trails of crimson in the wake
Each new mark being a reminder
Of the weak
Of the lost
Of the broken
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
Poesía"The paper is my skin... The pen is my blade... The ink is my blood..." - Kari D. Ball(me)
