Within my feverish dreams
lives passed ink smears,
designed by my scar’s.

My blood is the ink,
my passion is the needle
tattooing heartache and
suffering upon this digital
skin.

This grave I’m digging
is of my own design.

Watch me climb higher and
higher! Line by line…

The ghosts pound upon this post,
screaming in silence as I stitch
my design.

With a tear falling down my face
and a whisper from my dreams,
I write this poem.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton