My Body of Ink

My pearly white skin bears no colorful stain
Not one drop of dye will drown my membrane with pain
The ink in my verse colors my sheath in metaphors
Each time I read out at open mic poetry nights
My body of art adorns a canvas of sound
And on pages from trees that surrendered their lives
Saving my bark from branding with a permanent mark
My personal choice means after death I'll still have a voice
Then when my poems are read I am resurrected
As my rainbow of rhyme survives chiseled in time
Written by Poetryman
Published | Edited 19th May 2016
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