Cutting Edge

the cutting edge of truth,
sharper than diamond;
with no sympathy for slivers
of illusions that fall.

our greatest fear lurks
in smoke-filled mirrors...
we spend all our lives
running from ourselves!

but death takes no prisoners,
no half-truths or pretensions.
we are but what we have given
when this house of cards falls in!

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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