I've been writing extemporaneous poetry in my journal for years, mostly as a way to get out sad or frustrated feelings. It is hard for me to write when I am happy. So I guess writting gloomy poetry is my therapy for when I am feeling blue. I've always wanted to share some of my work, but I was afraid of hurting or embarassing people close to me or myself since my writting is so personal. But seeing all the beutiful stuff people have shared here, I think I am ready to share some of my stuff.
Here's one I wrote a few days before my first real love and I parted ways for the last time.
The Knife-Keeper
See how the sun reflects off the shiny blade.
Blinded by the gloomy glow, I stroke the firm, contoured handle.
‘How sweet it would be,’ I mutter to myself.
The tears pour, transforming to blood as they drop onto the sleek blade.
Tipping the blunt point at just the right angle,
I see your blue eyes, gazing obliviously away from me.
I’m not really there.
How come I am always the one holding the knife,
Adorning it with a soft, satiny sheath, while you gaze at it now and again.
The sun’s setting, turning the blade’s reflection from it’s reddish yellow gloom to a cold, gray glisten.
Forever, the knife-keeper, it is time to sleep with my eyes open.
