“I remember every stone
To bash my forehead,
Every blade pushed in my flesh,
And every thoughtless promise
Made and left abandoned
Like an impossible child
On a death march.
I don't lose count,
Recalling every face and name.”
https://thepoetryshack.blogspot.com/2025/05/forgiveness.html
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To bash my forehead,
Every blade pushed in my flesh,
And every thoughtless promise
Made and left abandoned
Like an impossible child
On a death march.
I don't lose count,
Recalling every face and name.”
https://thepoetryshack.blogspot.com/2025/05/forgiveness.html
#poet #poetry
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No idea if there’s a connection, but the line “every blade pushed in my flesh” reminds me of a scene from the book “The Great Divorce” by C.S. Lewis. In it, the people visit heaven and the grass hurts their feet. Random, I know. 🤷🏻♂️ The description has always intrigued me.
Thank you!
It seems every time I write a rougher poem like this, I’m in a great mood.
I’m not sure what the connection there is!
(But you said before your coworkers say you're never in a bad mood so we need to get to the bottom of this. 🧐😆)
This is true!