Sunday, February 27, 2011

Why I'm not afraid of dying for this Love

still I use this dull knife 
to cut under the skin
to see if I can't find some space for that despair
that gave you such certainty that God was Wrong.
But all I find is more blood.


  1. that is either the definition of despair or of love or both depending on how uncertain you are?

  2. This is wonderful. The last two lines certainly make this poem for me.