The scars on my face
Remain intact
Its a reminder
To a situation commencing
Placed universally into
Scorn by foolishness
Adjacent this sighting
As blindness comes knocking
But did not answer
Unfortunate
Misdirected
As the red stain smears
Appearing upon my shedding skin
What little pain
Be ill to agony
Coping with
Commendable healing
With regrettable days I seek
As a Jester to sweltering oil