Bound Wrists Poem by Jonathan Kjaer
Bound Wrists
Rating: ★5.0
Knives and blades all the same
One slash, two slashes, three slashes your all up in flames
Eager to hunt, eager to kill
One push into the rain, I start to become ill
These cuts that bind my wrist do me no good
As I wonder in deep thought 'will I suceed? '
I ask you to save me even though I knew you would
But will I follow thy's edvice or will I flee?
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5/4/2024 2:49:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I have such a different view of bound wrists that initially, my own view imposed on and frustrated the words of this poem. But as I stepped out and tried to read it fresh, I began to enjoy and appreciate its words on their own right. Peace, L&T