Eyes Closed Tightly
My eyes may be closed,
But you'll never catch me sleeping.
I run my hand, cold,
Over scars with heavy breathing.
Even now it stings,
Indentions deeper than remembered.
Pale, thin, white contours,
Upon my arm from last December.
A long time fighting,
Fighting every loss I suffered.
Crying many nights,
Using my pillow as a buffer.
I've come a long way,
I've weathered war after war,
Closing my eyes tightly,
Calmed the waves and soothed the storm.
This poem is about:
Me