Deepest Cut of All
Deepest Cut Of All
Conjure up soothing visions to delight;
sweetest triumphs parading over there.
Wound of love deeper, epic pain now slight
and images of angelic face so fair.
Jewels on sword she used to cut my hand
seeing the flash, feeling the awful scare.
So deep, up to golden hilt as was planned
images of her angelic face so fair.
Anointed blade, poison laying on its edge;
such finer cuts, never a saddened tear.
No deep remorse for her broken love pledge
even so, hurting heart still wants her near.
Blade easily slides back into its sheath.
Stone heart dances on my heart's broken wreath.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-09-2015
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
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Total # Words: 103
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