Oh, The Sting Of This Rusty Razor

This is a darker work than I usually write. It is supposed to reflect the darkness of the financial woes that the people in our country seem to be in.

Oh,The Sting Of This Rusty Razor

a poem by Chris T.

I feel its dragging and the pulling across my undulating face.

This tool with no leading edge, no trimming relief.

My fortune is challenged by the economy of my day

And I am left with the sting of this lone rusty razor.

Thirteen days until I receive more pay,

An eternity of pensive waiting;

Like the rush of counting each grain of sand that falls through the hour glass,

But, armed with the knowledge that it will move no faster, and have no concern of my schedule.

I’ve combed every bargain and sifted through many pages of print,

To find the gems that I still can’t afford but  still need to produce.

The sweat tumbles downs my brow as the lines deepen engraving into my forehead, more experience and a weathered look.

Succumbing to the realization that I am not really my family’s provider.

I look, I search, I gleam, anything I can, anywhere I go,

In the all-consuming effort to replenish my hardened heart with the words of a savior’s love.

Pain, misery, toil, disbelief and anguish are the bones of which I chew on ’til my next meal.

Yet, I am still the herald, the trailblazer and the burden carrier for my family and it’s condition.

So many things pull at the heart of a mans ego,

As the octopus’s arms become more difficult to remove.

Left cheek, right cheek, a strike to the gut are the little deflections,

That will come to make a chaste man, less effective and totally spent in spirit.

This morning I read about a man named Job,

All that was lost and the puss laden shard of pottery that did scrape the boils.

And as I search for more green paper to keep the wolves at bay,

I continue to use this month-old razor across the face that the almighty did design.

Oh, the sting of this rusty razor,

And the sting of this time in my life.

Author's Note

On this poem, I would like the believers out there to suggest a verse they think fitting for this piece of work.

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Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

The last stanza bring this piece together, the pus-laden shard with the rusty razor. I almost see the protagonist contemplating a way out as he's shaving that very morning. I feel the pain of this piece, this is a truly emotive poem if I've ever read one.

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Truthful honest write. I'm sure everyone including myself can relate to this feeling with the way the economy is. Many people I know are facing foreclosure of their homes and barely able to pay their bills. I'm lucky I barely make it, and I have a big family to support me, but its a shame getting out of school and getting nowhere for a career I'm stuck on unemployment. It's influence for me to keep my head up in it at all times, as depressing as it may be -- no one is alone.

Nicely done. Wonderfully penned.

[Sakib]

It's really powerful and it has a deep meaning. I enjoyed it wholeheartedly. Great write. :)

[Maryum Mazhar]

I love this ❤

Its kinda had a depressing tone to it ,
that really breaks the reader's heart a little and that's what makes your poetry special, it connects to the reader.

Thumbs up man! Rock on :D

[Coyote Poetry]

I know the feel of a rusty razor. Hard times for many. I pray for better days. All my kids moved back home with grandkids. I feel content to know they are safe and sound.
"So many things pull at the heart of a mans ego,
As the octopus’s arms become more difficult to remove."
A great Poet from 1890 said. Hard times make strong people. Bad times will pass. We hope. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Dove]

This is a very incredible piece and I really like it. I agree with Kenneth S. The last stanza does bring the poem together.

[joshua deathdealer]

Wow this is incredible. Excellent work.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Very meaningful and dark, I like this style and has a bite to it that I love too, I always like to read social realism poems....look fowrard to more of these writes :)

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

Very well penned!