What Could The Knife Do That My Head Can't...?

What Could The Knife Do That My Head Can't...?

A Poem by TTBoy28

 

 

It doesn't take something on the

 outside to hurt me

It matters not that it can puncture

 most anything and anybody else

It matters not that the only words that

 it yells is fear, though an underdog when

  really needed

It matters not that it can be dressed

 so fancily to cover its destructive potential qualities

It matters not that even sacrifices welcome its love

  for its higher powers

It matters not that individuals have no idea what they

 are saying when they say, "It cuts like a knife"

It matters most that what my head holds inside

 of it is the driving force

   it does more damage everyday than that knife ever

   will do

© 2010 TTBoy28


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Yes, we are slaves to our thoughts...and our thoughts shape our lives moreso than a knife could ever do...BUT...we would be wise not to let our head rule our judgment I feel. So often we are wrong...

Cheers~

Helen~

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

great job ,this was well written^^ keep up the good work :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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TTBoy28
TTBoy28

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