My back is made of a thousand scars
each one from a different knife
most of the blades have long since rusted away
leaving the newer ones that remain
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All to well. I felt like I was stabbed with diff knives. It has the feeling deep down inside. Like you are made with a thousand fists.
Reading through I saw a whole lot of me, reminded me of something I scribbled on my diary a while back. I must say, you fleshed it out to perfection!
this is seriously an amazing poem despite how sad it is. this poem is beautiful!
Beautiful. Powerful. Confident. The stegosaurus imagery was very well conceived. Well done, very good work!
A very powerful and inspirational poem. Everyone has probably been stabbed in the back at some point and that can be difficult to rise above, but your poem shows that it is possible.
Great poem. Powerful and open - probably cathartic to write. Back-stabbers do cause us pain but your poem shows how to rise above and beyond it. Often backbiters are envious though they rarely can see that.
Wow John this is a very strong write. The story is tinged with bitterness but superbly written.It rhymes beautifully. Well done
Surviving other humans individually or in institutionalused packs(especialy ones just following orders and even going against their owm judgement) is something I was totally unprepared for. like oters who jxve commented here I can relate to your poem very well sadly. Powerful and well expressed and I found it therapeutic to read. Thanks.