Lyrical Jabs

I line up the blade

against the chests

of those who left me jaded

make them digest

the stab of my rhyme

these wordy chimes

seem so sublime.

This knife, I wield

skillfully like a shield

across the heart

of my heart

to prevent darts

from piercing me.

It’s a force

from the source

of the pain in my veins,

the sore in my core

it bleeds profusely

loosely based

on my past

sorrow so vast.

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Afzal Shauq's picture

wonderful..I swear i miss my best friend J who fogot me and never sent me eamil..neither sweet words... thsi is a very charming poem indeed