The Cutters Regret Poem by mark bowdidge
The Cutters Regret
i had a dream
a dream of honor and justice
standing in front of me i watched
myself fail...
some time ago i was an angry man
never understanding what was planned
i cut so deep i never felt a thing...
the wounds healed over
now i have this unforgivible
disfiguration...
sitting at his desk i hear those unforgetable words
'cutting is a disqualifer, your not qualified...'
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4/25/2024 7:45:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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