‘THE DEEPEST CUT’

If only life could be cut and pasted

Erase the months and years I’ve wasted

Paste in the things that others can do

 

Cut out the memories of fear and you

and the demons that so often play 

with my thoughts, deliberations, day by day

 

Dig to the core with spade in hand

to unearth hurt, pain, like sand

sifting through the realms of time

What’s mine is yours, and yours is mine

 

If only in that, there was a smidgen of truth

But an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth

would seem to be the norm for you

as the lies you tell are as black as soot

Causing me to make the deepest cut

From ‘Rhymes and Reasons’

By  ‘Rick Varden