What cringing pain can be brought by the sharpened blade?
Pierce my skin, my muscle, my heart opened and filleted
Will they take me seriously my uncommon staid?
Or will they think my mind’s eye has finally decayed?
Given one more if and or but to the end means
Anything you can have said means a hill of beans
One more reason to leave and to be a vapor
So more pain can be brought by a piece of paper
© 2011 Michael Yost