Poetry Cuts Do Never Heal Poem by Shaun Cronick

A poem could be of satire,
Perhaps a quaint fable too.
Even one of great mystery,
From a reader's point of view.

And in the world of poetry,
Where a poet loves to dwell.
There hides in plain sight,
Dark poems that cast a spell.

Enchantments for every reader,
That falls into their trap.
Promising titles that deceive,
To deliver misleading mishap.

All that glitters is not gold,
Beware the poems that conceal.
A veiled sharp poem metaphor,
For poetry cuts do never heal.