Darren White Poet Enclosed Rhyme

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Walk the Knife

I walk a knife the sharp side,
With stockinged feet.
My soles meet
The bloody shark, my bride.

Cut deep, spread the wound,
Find the sick in here;
Heal the fear;
Keep my fleeting mind tuned.

Find the illness, cut it all out.
Give me solid ground
All year 'round.
Give me my blood, without

Knives, without trees and rope,
Without adding pain.
I cry in vain:
"I cannot cope, I cannot cope."

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Lynn Marie February 25, 2017 at 4:16 AM Very well said Darren. The alternative is not really one, and your line "heal the fear' is one with three very powerful and liberating words that change lives. Great meaning, wonderfully expressed :-) blessings, lynn Darren White February 25, 2017 at 1:07 PM There is no alternative, no :) Everyone has to find the courage to walk that rope, that knife on socks one day. And make the best of it. Thanks Lynn.

Probir Gupta February 20, 2017 at 9:51 AM Wonderful ... Relatable with joy .. Darren White February 20, 2017 at 10:12 AM Thank you, Probir.

John Herlihy February 20, 2017 at 4:44 AM Love the title and the image. It's so appropriate. Many people need to "walk the knife" and do so in different ways, because "they must". Nicely done. John Darren White February 20, 2017 at 6:35 AM Thank you, John. We have, because we have to cross that abyss, don't we?