Saturday, 23 July 2016

Broken System (Fiction) (November 24, 2011)

Knife edge
Pressed against
The tender underside
Of a wrist.

A foreign word
Which has
No more meaning
At all.

Fell upon
Deaf ears.

Forced to deal
With volatile emotions
A person’s control.

For everything
That has happened
In the past.

Swift stokes

No more.

Therisa © 2011

Author's note: An older poem, from 2011, with many elements that ring true, for me, it's a fictional poem. Yes, I know, it's a dark poem.

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