...unmarked heart...

By dumbone

At the end
Beside the clothes
Only what is written shall prevail

On this mask
I like to call my heart
My treasure

That what wasn’t colored by dark
The only light on my path
Shall rot and fall apart

Passion within
Every stroke, letter by letter
All over the body, every word I ever wrote

On this mask
I like to call my heart
My treasure

I’ll have no mark

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Published on Wednesday, September 10, 2014. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "...unmarked heart..."

On Friday, November 21, 2014, dwells (4177) wrote:

Dum - some fine thoughts and I think personally, that every poem written was once a proud moment of the heart (if sober). For a while here I thought you were about to get a full body tattoo! I really need to get my best stuff together for posterity. It will make good kindling when they turn off the power - Dan
On Friday, September 12, 2014, TropicalSnowstorm (1580) wrote:

I think you expressed loneliness very descriptively in this one. Good to see a new piece from you. Ciao, T/S
On Friday, September 12, 2014, dumbone (62) wrote:

thank you sir, been struggling with writing lately
On Wednesday, September 10, 2014, FadedBlues (2096) wrote:

...well crafted poetics. it's a brave heart that remains unstained...
On Friday, September 12, 2014, dumbone (62) wrote:

also the lonely one sir.... thank you for the comment and i thank you for always being here and reading all of my works for now.... for you are one incredible writer sir... cheers and stay well
On Wednesday, September 10, 2014, SickSanityJenn (250) wrote:

I like the feel of this, well done
On Friday, September 12, 2014, dumbone (62) wrote:

to feel is to be... thank you for the comment
A former member wrote: Well I'll leave a mark of constructive criticism, oh nevermind it won't stick. All jokes aside I liked this alot keep it up
On Friday, September 12, 2014, dumbone (62) wrote:

thanks... this is the firs one in a while