Scars Tell The Truth

wise old owl
tapping morse code
on a broken stained
glass window

a lost boy
carves its message
into his forearm
a colored
shard . . .

“we all perish
as the flowers we cherish
finding convenient ways
to let the poison in”

now that boy
grown into man
still carries
the message
on his forearm

when life
turns to shit
he runs his fingers
across the scar
takes a shot
and smiles

Β©2021 J.D.C.IV

Madman Philosopher J.D.C.IV





Cajun Mutt Press

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