Thursday, December 30, 2004

Struggle

I took a poetry course in college and this is one of the many works I saved. I leave it to you to discover the meaning...

You held the hot knife
To my soft throat
to cut, to bleed the strife
that curves through your clouded blue mind,
while wavering thoughts stand

Sharp as the knife
you try to bruise me with.
Your eyes are red and cool
like jagged rocks
that slunk to the bottom of a pool,
to your surprise

You can't find a slag
to stand on.
You kiss the rocks with
your bloody knees
and drop the knife.


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