The scars indeed
are the bars i read
on the cell of a hell
call a memories seed

it holds us
it binds us
so we hide
...till it finds us

This is so very true, and a remarkable piece of profound poetry as well. I can really relate to this, David, and am in awe of your skill with the pen. It also reminded me of a movie called, "Sleepers" - an amazing true story (by Lorenzo Carcaterra) of four boys in Hell's Kitchen, New York, growing up in the 60's. They experience some very tough times, leaving deep mental scars which are only exposed years later when an opportunity for revenge presents itself. Of course, for most of us, that opportunity never arises, or is avoided when it does, but the point is that we all live with internal scars from various experiences in our life. It changes the way we feel, the way we see things, the way we live. This poem is short and (bitter-)sweet. I think it's awesome. Best regards,

Chris