Silver

Lisa Stanley

The jagged edge of the silver

Is dripping blood

I stand before you

As you stare at me in disbelief

Wounded beyond repair

I should feel glory

At finally claiming myself again

Yet I feel nothing

Empty

No tears can find me

Anger does not exist

Joy does not prevail

No feeling

As you fall down before me

Only the cold blood dripping

From the silver jagged edge

Published by Lisa Stanley

I hold my BA in Elementary Education. Im passionate about my kids, teaching, and writing like there is no tomorrow!  View profile

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