Before it lasts
Let occur one blast
Only pain throttle
An empty bottle
A gap that widens
and we stare apart
at a circular metal
False it is in even
Odd might seem given
Love slips as sand do
Leaving no residue
Horns sunken
Teeth broken
Just a skeleton of words
With no blood of emotion
This description essays
Our bond of lengthy years
Now what comes to decide
No where never a suicide
Get me a knife sharp
to cut this outgrowth
to slice up this cactus
to make all green again
So that a garden is grown
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Get me a knife sharp to cut this outgrowth to slice up this cactus to make all green again So that a garden is grown A very good poem expressing the pain of life.A poem of hope where poet desires the renewal of life on this planet by operating the useless outgrowth.Well done. Col Muhammad Khalid Khan