exposed bones

empty vial

i dig into my own skin 

trying to find the treasure that i hid

a long, long time ago

 

the carvings that i left 

the scars are there 

watching every move

that i make

 

i don’t know when this started 

but i can’t stop, and i don’t think i will 

 

the bones, i see my bones

  • Author: e.a (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 21st, 2022 10:07
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • MR.apocalypse

    I took in a lot of messages from your poem the person in the poem is trying to find something along the lines of love, comfort, and safety and they dig beneath the scars from the trauma weather its hypothetical or not this poem has a lot of emotions piercing through it keep it up

    • empty vial

      thank you MR. apocalypse!
      i wasn't sure whether this poem made sense or not.
      but yes, thank you for recognizing the messages i tried to convey
      have a good day, dear poet



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