Final Cut

Old carving knife and forks

Old carving knife and forks (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The final cut
The final day
Was slicing through everything
Fear, hope, dismay
Was a backwards glance
Walking away
The final cut
The final day

The final cut
Without remorse
Was denying everything
What was worse
Was a flippant comment
Deriding, coarse
The final cut
The final course

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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5 Responses to Final Cut

  1. Straws that break camels backs come to mind Helen. And yes it can be that flippant comment that appears so uncaring.

  2. Skye says:

    Wow…you are really touching on stuff that touches my heart. Well done, Sis!

  3. ..back away from the knives Helen 😉

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