Stories Tattooed On Our Arms

[ChristopherSea]

Each time the glint catches the eye;
a single blade silver and dry.
A rhythm deep on the inside
beating loud and concealing cries.
Metal winks again and again.
For peace of mind, the skin turns red.

Masked by a laugh so full and pure,
the rapids of emotions soar.
Forgotten freedom locked up, chained.
During weakness, the sadness reigned.
It’s lucky though, to have a friend
hoping to help temptation end.

Some comfort radiates between
bodies, with eyes glaring so keen.
Two hands clasped with the fingers tied,
never concealing when they lied.
A gentle touch and whispered cry
offers insight to answer why.

Remember, words can only sting
a wound left open from past pain,
bruises created from a hand
make better conversations, and
the scars that once sounded alarms
are stories tattooed on our arms.

Welcome back Wall,
I like the overall theme of two friends or lovers with a shared history becoming 'ink brothers' in a sense. Over all, the meter and sonics work as well. However, many of your lines are really fragments, most of which are comprised of abstractions that don't connect with the reader. The first stanza should be re-worked especially. Try to establish your thesis therein or minimally capture the reader with a strong concrete image or core metaphor. As is, I become lost in its kaleidoscopic view. It could be me, so let us see if others get as lost in your color space as I did. Good luck with the next edit. Cheers/Chris