Unblemished, Untouched

I, tattered and torn

pain internal reborn

every day, every way

nothing they often say

lasts forever, but no

nothing, ever goes away

self inflicted, it is

soul constricted, it is

master of demise, I am

architect of pain, I am

my own crooked hands

by my deception, inception

I, could drown sorrows

but, still it burns

I, could soothe woes

but, still it burns

every day, every way

acceptance and ownership

help, but sting, singe

maim my confidence

no one escapes life

at its end

unblemished, untouched

by pain inflicted

on self and others

I, forever

tattered and torn

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Author's Notes: The title and some of the poem were inspired by the Slipknot song Tattered and Torn. Or at least a jump-off for it. This was originally published on Medium through the publication, Scuzzbucket on April, 12th, 2025. Below is the original link, plus the link to the Slipknot song.

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