The Knife

Gedicht

von  ian_grey

I was given a knife to kill.
I wasn't bearing the will.
I held the knife, I played with it.
I packed it away, that's what I did.

No accusation.
No upset sensation.

Tell me... what should I have done with it?
Take back your knife, it is not mine.

No comprehension.
Not the slightest tension.

I don't like your knife.
It's too sharp, it's too heavy.
It's for destruction of a treasure.
Melt it away. Nobody needs it.

It could cease a life.
It could call peoples envy.
Can you bear it with pleasure?
Melt it away. Nobody needs it.

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(23.01.18)
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