Saturday, March 21, 2015

A Nasty Gash

A Nasty Gash



Deep is this sore,
A wound of betrayal,
Evidence that won’t redeem.
For evil, pure evil,
Has foisted a veil over
The love-less-ness being shown.

Ravaged by diseased minds,
The end is finally come,
Stealing even the presence of air,
Without love, love absent.
And the cut seeping, weeping,
Taking the sweet relief of pain.