Blades

So sharp, so crisp, so deadly,
so hard, so cold, so pretty.
Glimmering in the pale morning,
your silence is your only warning.
I turn you over in my hand,
and you leave me where I stand.
Gone forever it would seem,
despite your gallant gleam,
your are lost to me,
so close, but impossible to see.

I worried and searched for thee,
and then I found you, stuck through me.
The assailant I know the face,
The cold yet familiar place,
I drop to ground,
and release is all there is to be found.

Reviews

[Siddhartha]

A very evocative piece Kenny...A piece about lost love and the remnants of it...Fantastic...
P.S.-I believe that there's a typo in the last but second line of the first stanza...'You' I believe is misspelt as 'your'.