Blunt truths

A knife recoiled from the blunt truth. It could not cut at its sharp edges, That poked fun at all the grudges, That I could ever hold.   Poked fun and reminded me, Of all that I could never be, And all that I had yet to escape, And everything beneath the draped.   Lift …

No-man’s land

Someone’s been pulling me away, From everywhere that I’d like to stay. I’d like to remain in this no-man’s territory, That has no leaf, not a single tree.   Pull me away, but not too much, Let me remain just right where, I can spot, Those wonderful, utopian fantasies.   This world should not end …