"The Knife"

The knife's blade hits it's mark

Whether careless or intentional

It matters not

Flesh has been cleaved

The damage done



Life force flows from

This treacherous wound

Only to gather

In pools of

heartache and despair



Forlorn engaged in the

Alchemy of regret

Transforming anguish

Into anger and then

Indifference



Liberation

Will it ever come

To free this

Broken spirit from

Love's spell



Despondent and empty

Seeking motivation

To plod on

Toward hope

and happiness