Odd Key

Odd Key

A Poem by Dreamer

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


© 2013 Dreamer

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Filled with pain and emotion, well written!

Posted 7 Years Ago

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

Blessings, Laughing-Bear

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on March 12, 2013
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