Grasping

Hands trembling, obeying the hellish thoughts, slicing at one's sanity,
knife stuck in the heart by betrayal only can be cured by a clutch of rage
fingers wrap menacingly around a blade's handle hidden in the coat,
pain's gratitude, carves its signature in organs of one never grasping the price of harm.

A contest entry

Four AMAZING lines by Lj-. 335 points, ended May 6, 2007, 32 entries
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individuality
May 17, 2007

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ah rage, it serves its purpose here and there, a dangerous emotion, very hard to handle - a good poem

Lj-
April 29, 2007

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I liked the last line a lot.
Interesting thoughts.

Thank you for your entry,
Best of luck.

penman
April 29, 2007
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Thank you for the kind comment.

Lj-
April 30, 2007
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You're welcome

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