Bruises

When the flesh takes a beating,
And your eyes start weeping,
You think about bruises&;#8230;
When the muscle goes tender,
And you begin to remember,
You realize you can see the bruises&;#8230;
When fair pink skin turns purple and blue,
And when you can see what's happened to you,
All you have now is bruises&;#8230;
When the vibrant colours fade,
And yellow take their place,
The pain is no more.
The bruises are no longer sore&;#8230;
Can you remember how they got there?
How it was so unfair?
Memories of bruises will always be there&;#8230;