The Sword


The searing pain of the double edged sword,

As it plunges deep within my flesh.

Is no new sensation to me.

I have forever been trapped

by my fears, thoughts, and immobility

Through the years.

So many salty tears

have run unchecked

down my flushed cheeks,

If I were to save them all

A beautiful lake would be born

bounded by beautiful time worn stones,

with innocent flowers growing at the water’s edge.

So some good would come from

all of my tears through out the years.

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