Poetry: Knife Point

I haven't written a poem in a while; even though I adore doing it. With only one exam left, I really wanted to post something, just while I catch up on some other work.

I hope you like it!

Sharp like a knife point,

Your strangled cry.

Red like a thorn-pricked finger,

There's blood on the tiles.

 

Cracked like a mirror,

Your memories; fragmented, they are.

Sketched like a storyboard,

Woven, those intricate lies.

Broken like a clock,
Your arms stretch out, stuck.
Bruises decorate them like a colouring book,
Bones snapped in two.

 

Pure like a child's innocence,

Your life, for a while.

Written like a saga,

No, don't tell another lie.

 

Trapped, a wild-animal,

Your writhing, your caught.

Hunted like a killer,

Though, that's what you are.

 

Trailed, like a criminal,

Your show; maybe your parade.

Broadcast, they will question,

Everything you don't stay.

Before I sign-off, I thought I'd just give you a quick book update! I'm currently reading Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell and it must be one of my favourite reads so far this year! It's so much fun - and I love the whole fan fiction storyline!

Just a quick note to say this poem belongs to me - Sophie Louise - and should not be copied/used elsewhere without permission.
 

 So, what did you think?
Tell me in the comments!

Sophie
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