Poetry

The Cuts In The Grass

The cuts in the grass looking great
The cuts in my arms look the same
The shredding of the grass is what I see
The shredding of the grass reminding me

The grass now staring
I'm not caring
The wave of the grass
The pain of the glass

The grass now getting wet
The blood now running down
The grass I still need to get
I know this should be a frown

A quick trim of the grass is what I do
A quick trim of my arm I still do
The rain now pouring
The blood now pouring

The weather still raining
The cuts I'm abstaining
It won't cut anymore
I'm not here anymore

The cuts in the grass looking great
The cuts in my arms look the same
The shredding of the grass is what I see
The shredding of the grass reminding me