What ifs hang on Like poisoned barbs Even in the face of reality All reason tells you Let them go Rip them from the flesh Yet deep they go Sharp their points Beyond the anaesthetic Of mere words So rise up From the river Of doubt Rip that flesh and bleed Step on the shore of tomorrow Healing first needs hurt
Scott Bailey is an author and blogger. His works include the dystopian novel “Mankind Limited”, "Thirteen Tales" – a collection of Ghost Stories and “A Spring of Dreams” collection of poetry, plus his latest work, a collection of epic poems - Andervayne's Dream. His blogging ranges across family articles, poetry and short stories and even the odd book or movie review.
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