‘An open wound’
I dragged a blade of grief along,
Until it slit a wound for some to flog
I let righteousness rock my boat
Only to be pushed off my shore.
When lie wedded greed to dare
I smashed my urn of worldly care
Restraint, indeed, you are real strong,
Your camaraderie though did me wrong.
- The above is my amateurish attempt at poetry. I used to do this a long time ago, say 30 years. I never got it right then, not sure I will get it right now. But it is sort of liberating, this first attempt. It is just a few random lines, which may not fit into any definite category. But it’s original, and it’s mine, and I shamelessly own it with all its flaws. 🙂