My Blade
Pain cascades over me in waves
Veins calling for the calming sensation
I grab for the thing that my wrist craves
It slides into my skin
Like a train into its station, it belongs
Dark red follows as it departs
My mind slows as the action calms my heart of hearts
The object of course is my blade
It will always help always come to my aid
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
