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K. G.

The Blind Hatchet

I’ll never know why, you find it
       Necessary

To relive the past

Only not your own but mine!

What is done is done and never will be un-done

A wise man once said
   Bury the hatchet

And for a while, that is what you have done

Now unearthed again and sharper than ever

Hits every nerve in my bone
   The Core
       Of my Own

You say ‘But a Jest!’ and while I try to agree
You’ll never know the pain you have caused me

And Wait!
   Who are you, anyway?

You think you know me
   But you can’t really see

Going on second year past
And ‘Finally’ I thought ‘At last’

I shall get away from your lone thought of superiority

Acquired through years
   and Years

Of stepping on their heads
   The ones you called your friends

       The ones you used
               and abused

On your ironically lonely journey to the top
   Slicing and
   Carving and
   still using the blade you cut me down with as well

I would think about this
   You are one, of many, I’d never miss
       Yet still! You persist!

The phone still rings, a pleasant surprise?
   Nay the same cold heart, now in disguise

I laugh and I kid as I hang up the phone
I manage a smile, I want to be alone

And try and discover, this new issue I face
Why do I still care…
That you best me always, in this emotional race

           I try so hard to be me
           Bury the hatchet and let it be

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2009 EDITION]