Ink Stained

by JOSEPH BRYANT (Italian Stallion)

Whose back this is I think I know…
His private message will soon show.
We will not see his displaced pain,
youthful remembrance he did gain.

His parents showed him genuine scorn,
your body’s secret will soon be worn.
He had no answer, what could they know?
Under the needle he will go.

The menacing tool disgracing his skin,
reflecting the rebellion from deep within.
Whether a heart, quote or flag,
his skin will be forever tagged.

Blind to all comments, on he tread,
Bragging – not a tear he shed.
Revealed – stained on the back,
a heart with mom encrypted in black.

merdivinity

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