As the needles pierce and puncture skin,
Another name is added in.
The names of those I've lost and love,
Many reside with Gods above.
The criss cross letters on my arm,
Are born of love and not self harm.
To say I shall not deny or worse forget,
Through pain and ink my blood is let.
When body fails and mind turned to sludge,
I'll still read those names of love.
To remind me in those twilight times,
Your light is bright and shines with mine.
A brutally honest piece about the pain of life: loving, losing, and sometimes worst of all — experiencing. A glimmer of hope is grasped by CJ, that even in his darkest times he still has that love, those names and experiences, to be a light to guide him through. This is a touching tribute to the power of the people in our lives, and how important it is to surround yourself with love. Even if you don’t realize it, as CJ says, “when [your] body fails and [your] mind turns to sludge”, that love is what you will hold onto as a souvenir. Perhaps CJ was attempting a sonnet-type thing, but he truly succeeded in making a moving poem.
I only came up with the idea recently. I have a phrase tattooed and came up with the idea of having names running through it. Not all have passed as my kids names will run through it too. When it's a little more complete it should look a little like a crossword lattice. X