The DaggerA Poem by Amanda Naomian image of a powerful dagger in the wrong handsIt was there in her hand A dagger forged With bitterness and fear A lonely weapon That reaped only death Her fingers drew cold Wrapped on the hilt No light or warmth In the glint of the blade That reaped only death Bloodstained and dripping The edges thirsting for more Biting and tearing The point of the steel That reaped only death © 2012 Amanda Naomi |
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3 Reviews Added on January 6, 2012 Last Updated on January 6, 2012 AuthorAmanda NaomiWAAboutI am from the wildest imagination From a selfless child with nothing to hide Im from a broken family filled with love And too, from a family broken with lack of love I am from the tip of a pen F.. more..Writing
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