I trust, I must

I weep, in deep

Your dagger is aimed

Aimed at my chest

Where effect will be best

And though and lo

Your dagger is aimed

I trust, I must

Remain unashamed

I weep, in deep

Your dagger is aimed

Aimed at my mind

Oh, what a bind

And though and lo

Your dagger is aimed

I trust, I must

Cherish the gained.

 

 

Reviews

[Jibey]

Interesting structure and use of rhyme... I felt the 'oh what a bind' line sounded a little too colloquial somehow but other than that the sense of being deep wounded was strong... and I was intrigued by the last line, wondering what the poet had gained... Maybe the fact of having stood apart from the attacker...

[Ed Hart]

the only dagger you see coming your way is in your mind, and you can walk away from that