Twist under Torture (2005)

A reflection poem, using objects to describe who we are

I am a dagger
beautiful and inviting
with jewels and shine
looking my sharpest.

Once I hold your interest
I allow you to admire me closely
and then, unknowingly,
I slice your fingertip.

I stab you with my blade
to see you twist under torture
and I enjoy the pain.

Then I become a Raven,
seeing what I have done
and taking it in.
I regret and cry,
and I fly away,
to not hurt you again.

Reviews

[Forgotten Soldier]

Wow. very true and deep.