Scars On My Brow.

The lines on my brow are scars

they run deep

past troubles not forgotten

even in the darkest of sleep.

 

Time a great healer

not for these scars

they strengthen the walls

keep up the bars.

 

My shoulders spread wide

look of a glare

a lost soul wanders

behind the stare.

 

Its part of the armor

it keeps you all back

don’t press me more

I may lash out

I may attack.

 

But don’t pity what you read

you may have scars yourself

you choose not to believe

but what thou give us

thou shall receive.

Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.