Double Edged Sword

connection

distance

love

hate

happiness

 pain

why 

must there always be a black

to the lovely shades of 

white

the clean sheets that glow

with the morning light 

and smell like spring.

the warmth from our bodies

as they cover us 

lightly kissing our skin. 

yet

they feel so cold,

a film of ice at night,

as i lie shivering

in the company of silence.

why

must i collect good things

like they are the pennies found

lucky side up 

on those rare, unexpected occasions

when i understand theyre fleeting

worth.

isn't cherishing them good enough

to stop the black cats

from creeping up on me. 

why must life be a double edged sword. 

Reviews

[Tim Piotrowicz]

:) i like it. its true. what it said to me was that life has its good and bad and thats so true. well done. In the beginning the darkness of the poem's theme is felt, and I enjoyed thinking about how something like silence can be an entity that can accompany a person. towards the end I saw a bit of hope in collecting good things and it made me smile so I wrote this review :)

[martinRFR]

the hassle of existing by realizing the polarity of things in this world, dreadful and yet fascinating. this composition brought dread and fascination to me, reminding me we may just get along with the flowing current of time but we can also stay idle for a while and ponder all these things.

[Justice Smith]

It's quiet, yet loud. It's eloquent, yet bold. It is peacefully written, yet implies the chaos we endure each day. In short, I love it. Very well done.