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Poem: The Knife

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Lee is an aspiring writer who makes poems in his free time. Words and lines give him comfort in trying times.

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So, what now?

Well, I needed to let it out somehow.
Unearth what I feel,
With the same tool I used to kill.

So, what does that mean?
You're excused from this bloody scene?

Well, the world did this.
All I asked was a taste of bliss.

So, playing the victim card?
Boo-hoo, the word left you scarred.
I'm the victim, it's unfair.
Honey, take that whining elsewhere.

So, will you save my life?

Your life? Oh that knife!
Oh, don't you worry.
In a minute, it'll all be blurry.

Well that's good. I want to forget.
I'm sick of living in the shadows of regret.
Let the world take the blame.
In the end, we all hurt the same.

Oh dear, one day you'll feel the sting
When the lemon hits. The pain, searing.
Life then plays a bitter song,
You're holding the sharp edge all along.

© 2020 Lee Yael

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