Inked in fresh wet blood,
Overflowing flood
Of pleasures and pains
Spilled on life's pages,
Splattered drops of rain
Write salt stained poems.

Tattooed tears fall from
Enraged animals
Confined in cages,
Vividly real dreams
Animate unrest,
Unsated hunger,
Seething human beats.

Nightmares never cease
Fighting forlorned pasts
On paths to find peace,
Or at least pieces
Thought lost and scattered,
Tattered wreckage bits
From another life
Recklessly thrown out.

They've never known me
But forgot me not,
A spot blotted out
And bleached but still there,
Wherever this is.

"Who will I be now?"
"What do I become?",
I often wonder,
Putting together
Infinite pieces
Of broken Puzzles
That were my life.

Nice poem .

Great words, vivid imagery but unable to connect and find the thread thro the poem.

wow... that was a good write ... really felt some of those emotions ... that I had before ...