1,000 Cuts.

1,000 Cuts.
____________

Her Picture is
Worth 1,000
cuts..

of the Painful
Paper-Thin
Variety..

placed upon
The heart
I Shut.

(to drown
Love's
Whisper
Deep inside
of Me.)
_

The Flowers
that I picked
were Crushed..

by Clumsy
Hands which
sought to Own..

The Soul of
My Beloved..

Who Grew
Lovely
in an Ugly
World.

(where only
Thorns had
Grown.)
__

But The cuts
now Hurt much
Less I've found..

and that
Hurts me
More..

hurts like
a Strike
upon My
Brow!

Or The
Memory of
some Love
I felt Before!

(which is
A Whisper
Drowned
By Silence
Now.)
_

J.Stephen.H.