unibonger78

I found this poem several years ago I hope everyone enjoys it.

IMAGES OF INK
Ever since time began
man has expressed himself through ink.
So, these colors, shades,
and markings, mean
much more than you may think.
I'm not insane to have borne
the pain,and
if you look you'll see
a story of a life I've lived and all that
makes me, me.
I'm proud of these marks, which I display
so boldly upon my skin.
They represent years gone by, and how
sometimes I feel within.
There's pain and beuaty in skulls and
flowers, oh, the story they could tell.
They signify this life I'm living,
sometimes it's a living hell.
Where I've been, things I've done and
the words that go unsaid,
will still be portrayed a while longer,
even after I am dead.
Yes I'm proud, and there's no shame,
of course I'm marked for life,
I've made my choices and paid my
debts in a world so full of strife.
There are those who will gaze upon me,
and judge me like a book,
But who is he who is
without sin, and whoever
said they had to look?
Nothing says to mark your body will
surely damn your soul,
For God has said and I believe,
He will one day make us whole.
Hell, cosmetic surgery and silicone can
be no worse than this,
My images of ink are memories for
things that do, and do not exist.
I've felt the searing burning pain
as needles cut through nerves,
And for some of us, it's truly worth
the purpose that it serves.
The demons I've battled, the loves
that I have known, are part of what
makes me, me
And are now permanent trophies laid
upon me, for any who care to see...
by, Mark Boyette