The CutA Poem by Godwin SnowThe outside is content The interior is in turmoil Filled with anger Blood begins to boil Flowing and stinging Pain is the father, son, and pale white ghost Crashing down in waves, a powerful hit The razor widens the slit Father forgive me for I am damned © 2018 Godwin SnowReviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 13, 2018 Last Updated on December 13, 2018 Tags: poem, depression Author
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