The Knife
Here I sit , alone on the beach
There is the knife, just out of reach
A tear rolls down my face The rain starts to fall
I am filled with disgrace No one answers my call
The tide rushes in, pushing the knife
Closer to me, thus farther from life
look how far I have fell
To flee from this hell
And I wonder this day
If I was heard when I say
.....Goodbye!
Copyright © Patrick Bird | Year Posted 2007
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment