Yes, I am hurt. And yes, I'm bruised.
And yes, physical wounds can heal.
Speak to me in another year
Of how emotions are not steel.
A thousand cuts from poisoned blade
Continuously reapplied
Are what I must endure each day
Vicious pain cannot be denied.
It is myself I castigate
For what is torture's cruelty
A happy life was briefly mine
Mortal love is a travesty.
Yes, I am hurt. And yes, I'm bruised.
And yes, physical wounds can heal.
Speak to me in another year-
Will the blade by then lose its zeal?
Yes I see you do know the feeling. But why visit my page when you express it sooo much better?..
Thanks
stay safe
gary
Cuts Like Steel
I will visit your page, for your writing is intriguing. Thank you for visiting mine Gary.