Cloaked In Ink
The beauty of the molten gold
Embedded beneath my skin
Mysteries concealed, stories untold
They gazed at in disdain.
Forever bold, meaningless art
Ravaged with sinful brands
Beyond the graft, speaks the heart
The criminal is in a trance.
Defeat and sorrow spurt from within
In veiled obscurity it clings to me
Happiness etched like a triumphant grin
Dearest friends unlock the key.
Oh, I’ll clothe my soul with abundant colors
Of endless styles and hue
Take no heed of the momentous rumors
Of another great tattoo.
© Arabelle Sanchez-Grospe 0892014
Copyright © Ara Belle | Year Posted 2014
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