Rough Edge

What's life like without a rough edge?

What's an injury like without bloodshed

like a war of words upon one's deathbed

A dagger too blunt for a quick versed rest

An army in search for a town yet bled

Gospel pages cleaning wounds well etched

Over a balcony with no blood spread

White porcelain within dark set red

Empty bottles with stains once wet

Famines and droughts no more one's dread

Cavalaries gone missing hoping tough bread

Carcasses shattered, blunt daggers regret

What's life without a rough edge?

By: Arman Yusuf