topics we haven't touched as yet,
must be few and far between,
finding new ways to describe,
using words that are seldom seen,

originality being the ultimate goal,
setting us out from the usual crowd,
feeling a sense of accomplishment,
when hearing our words out loud,

is there a finite subject matter,
for us to compose around,
or are we forever set in circles,
with no destination to be found?

amputation......

to be a cut above the rest...,
or wrist,.. as is your request,
to be without the hand to write,
lost forever my insight,

to be cut of in my prime,
no longer here to rhyme,
unarmed against critique,
unarmored my technique...

my words are torn a sunder,
no longer they carry thunder,
timid musings left to die,
laying bleeding , as am i

unarmed, vulnerable,and without defense,
when i think about it, it all makes sense,
writing my inner feelings, with no barriers to protect,
no longer just making dots for you all to connect,

bearing my weakness,bearing my soul,
showing the scars, they have taken their toll,
no longer able to hold a shield aloft in defiance,
no longer looking for friends for alliance,

standing alone, cut off from the crowd,
but standing still, upright, conceited and proud,
regardless of the punishment hence to come,
a target for most, a protagonist for some.