Cuts

Waking on shells of memory's beaches cutting soles where lacerations skin breaches

Weighted steps on thoughts of gravel, pain sounds the blow of the final gavel

Picking roses, hands thorns tear leaving scars as trophies of wear

Sweat stings open wounds, left to heal where dust of time obtunds

Scabs cover old bleeding sores, crusty locks on once open doors

Blood long dried seals pain inside

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A heavy read that really plays on old wounds that won’t heal. A fine composition Soren.

Chris

[Soren]

Thanks so much Chris for the read and kind words of encouragement they are appreciated