A knife cold and deadly,
You pick up at your peril,
It comes not as your protector,
But to take your life as
You know it, as well.
It does not matter
At which point you look.
One knife thrust takes it all.
As the perpetrator,
You will be incarcerated
Between four walls.
You will never walk,
Free proud and tall.
If you fall without letting go
You will be just another statistic,
Wrapped in your funeral shroud.
Your family will grieve and lament
Until none of them survives,
To remember your life at all.
2024 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
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