Sunday, August 03, 2014

Scarred

The blade cuts the wielder

The apprentice
Slashes and cuts

The razors edge
Marks his time
To mastery
In cicatrices

For some of us
Life is our blade

My heart is a cicatrix
My mind the blade discarded

2 comments:

Unknown said...

does that mean, i throw myself on life?

Unknown said...

That depends on how suicidal you feel ;-)