We hear you;
We see the knife you hold,
Lurking in the shadows to be told.
Outside the window,
We saw them be stabbed
you've got no apology no doubt for what you've done.
Is that the wrong description?
Taking shelter in the shadows like a hostile militant.
No other lives, you could of surfeit.
No theory, religious beliefs
Could save their life, for there they sat.
You held the knife in your pocket
In once an innocent hand
But then you raised the blade
And pierced the skin with no aid.
Led quite bare, you walked away
Never learning your silverware.
Very good. A graceful poem about an atrocious act. 'You held the knife in your pocket In once an innocent hand But then you raised the blade And pierced the skin with no aid.' - very memorable lines. Well done.
Thank you - in the UK knife crime is such a big topic at the moment and I thought it was such a practical thing to write about. Having memorable lines like those seeking allows people to truly think about what they would/could do if they decided to commit a crime
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Very impressive write, Aimee. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks