Odd Key

The razor

It’s at my skin

  Flesh on blade

Sinking in

 

There is no life

Flowing out

There is just my silence

 Shouting out

 

The razor blade

Is at my skin

My hands are trembling

It must sink in

 

Blind to the past pains

Scarring my emotions, my thoughts, my decisions…

But I am not one to point- making it easy

Maybe catch a glance of the external manifestation

 

If the razor tip is at my skin

It is an odd key, supplying only seconds of relief

But I am still seeking an escape

Not carving a way for your judgmental perception

 

Author's Note

I'm so bad with titles

Reviews

[KAREN]

Filled with pain and emotion, well written!

[Laughing-Bear]

My Dear Writing Friend,
Your word tapestry was painted with colors that exposed a visual of a pneuma in anguish.

Blessings, Laughing-Bear