The Strangest Knife

A Poem

from JoeUser Forums
Every so often
I shed my shades,
lift my lids to the blinding lights--

for of all the ways
that my back has been stabbed,
hope was the strangest knife.
poetry
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Reply #1 from JoeUser Forums Top
This has such a lovely meter, I can almost hear a melody line for it.

Excellent work...
Reply #2 from JoeUser Forums Top
As always a good read.
Ashes of the Singularity II
Reply #3 from JoeUser Forums Top
Fantastic! As usual. Thanks.
Reply #4 from JoeUser Forums Top
for of all the ways
that my back has been stabbed,
hope was the strangest knife.


Wow. Excellent.

(But I can't help thinking of that old "be careful what you pray for, you just might get it" thing)