Blade
By Rosi
Gleaming silver
Sharp edged knife
Resist the call
To end a life
Anger builds
Blood red-hot
Screaming threatens
Voice will not
Tension builds
Head feels tight
Pulse is pounding
Don't feel right
Hands are shaking
Mouth is dry
Eyes are aching
Want to cry
Tears won't come
Frustration rising
Hand is searching
Silver lurking
Out of reach
But cannot find
Blood is itching
Nails are clawing
Skin is breaking
No relief
Pain too dull
Need to slice
Shoulders tensed
Jaw is clenched
Toes are curling
Thoughts are swirling
Hand lunging
Items falling
Noise is growing
Do not care
Fingers curl
Over metal
Shaking fades
Pull it closer
Kiss of chill
Shaking gone
Tiny thrill
Fear withdrawn
Peace creeps in
Muscles lax
Is it a sin,
To relax?
I cannot care
Not like this
I feel like air
A peaceful bliss
