First Poem

Sat, 02/22/2014 - 02:05 -- mkd98

examine him closely

no, closer

please he begs of you

his wrist show nothing 

but his forearms ache

the elegant stroke of his tender skin against a blade

 

the calming 

the joy that fills his heart

the breath

the deep breath of air that fills within his lungs is so

relieving...

Yet, nobody knows anything

 

he cries out 

but no one listens

why?

because the cry is silent

covered up by a humorous joke

obliviousness cannot see the confinement

 

Everyone knows you cant judge a book by its cover

but, right on the inside of this cover

there is a summary of the story

 

Everyone's story differs

You just have to make the time to read it

 
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