WITHOUT ANESTHESIA

WHAT EASES THE PAIN 
OF A BROKEN SOUL, 
WHEN THE ONE YOU LOVE
HAS TRAMPLED YOUR HEART 
LEAVING YOU ALONE, AND IN THE DARK.

CAN WORDS NUMB YOUR SENSES 
TO THE EMPTINESS THAT ENFOLDS YOU,
AND FILL YOUR MIND WITH, WHAT IF.

MEDICATIONS CARESSES THE NERVES 
STROKING ITS PAIN AWAY 
IF FOR A MOMENT, IF FOR A DAY.

BUT THE HEART THAT HAS BEEN BROKEN 
FORGET NOT, THE SCALPEL OF DECEIT 
THAT WERE USED WITH PRECISION 
TO CARVE AWAY THE MEMORIES 
OF ITS FIRST ENCOUNTER 
WITH LOVE.

AND SO LIFE GOES ON 
FOR THE HEART THAT HAS BEEN DISSECTED 
BY THE LIPS OF DECEIT 
WITHOUT ANESTHESIA.

WILFORD BARKER.