Years etched in skin
like the rings of a tree
each a show of where I've been
and every road on the journey
Days painted on the surface, tattoos of distress
The bags that sag below the eyes
the scars, a road map of past regrets
shows all of the tears and anguished cries
So many hours, walled up in my own locked tower
the marks on my heart, invisible to some
but in my eyes, they glow and glower
not something to make me glum, but a challenge to overcome
Those lost moments live within
under the skin, make my bones their home
Memories of days where I would grin
and all the paths I would roam
like the rings of a tree
each a show of where I've been
and every road on the journey
Days painted on the surface, tattoos of distress
The bags that sag below the eyes
the scars, a road map of past regrets
shows all of the tears and anguished cries
So many hours, walled up in my own locked tower
the marks on my heart, invisible to some
but in my eyes, they glow and glower
not something to make me glum, but a challenge to overcome
Those lost moments live within
under the skin, make my bones their home
Memories of days where I would grin
and all the paths I would roam
Thanks for reading,
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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