Burdens

[aschueler]

I always felt a nervous flutter
buying razor blades and peroxide
at the local pharmacy
but nobody ever batted an eye.  the opening indeed is engaging, agree batting an eye is cliche.  "No one ever noticed"?  but that's almost too much

I carved, slashed, crosshatched--
watched as rivulets ran down,
admired them, the wounds
sometimes dripping into paint,
leaving DNA in my creations.   Even though self mutilation in others annoys me, I did find this cool.  A hobby I have is woodworking, and sometimes there is the inadvertent injury.  Blood is an interesting dye in wood;  considering the real physical presence of yourself in something you made is also interesting, but maybe unwise.

My best work I left in a graveyard.  Too goth.

Had I known about scarification
I might have made designs instead of
chaotic and haphazard gashes, the scars
a reminder of ugliness so loud
my ears still ring now.Starting to feel the regret;  it doesn't quite get there, but nice sensory cross over.

They say you can't remember pain.
True, you don't, just that there was,
but it is there like a shadow that remains.  A little too rhetorical, I think that's what Ambrosial Revelation is noting.  Perhaps more stating how there are permanent shadows etc etc

Maybe one day there will be enough light  I think I get the shadow followed by the light angles, but it isn't played out so well.  
from all directions to make it go away.
The scars won't matter and I won't be so tired
from being an ox in a yoke.

Please understand I did like your poem.