A Cutters Poem

by speculative_scene   Mar 22, 2005


My sweet, fall slowly into the darkness
Take up this dream made in reality's likeness
Welcome the emptiness's soft embrace
Sleep in this warm, forgotten space

My child, accept the lingering fog
Befriend the stealthy creatures of the bog
Find comfort in the gathering silence
find relief in the situations, tense

My darling, would you challenge the winds that blow?
Then do not fight the only thing you know
Do not be ashamed of the cuts you made
Reside in the solace you derive from your blade

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  • 19 years ago

    by SavannahSurrender

    wow i love it! i love ur work! great job and keep it up 5/5 if u need to talk im here and take a look at my poems if u get the time!

    much love
    savannah

  • 19 years ago

    by Andrea

    wonderful poem!!