The needle of suspicionHas no eyeIt doesn’t see the truthIt has a point, a place on the scaleIt does not pierce, tearOnly vacillatesIt cannot rest stillOnly tilts the balanceOf life foreverWith the slightest movement of air. Needle it isCannot inject hopeCannot stitch heartsReaches nowhere into either of the pans.
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Abuse
You prick me Any number of times I bleed every time.. You grow sharper.. The pain and blood wrings out a verse.. that caress my soul.. Every time you prick And I shed a drop of red You ask Ain’t I sharp? I smile.
Verses from the Heart 