You take a knife
And glide it gently
Over my blindness
Like a sharp scalpel
It leaves a bloody trail
In my weeping horizon
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Confessions of a Melancholic Dreamer #Wattys2015
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose, gathered through years of creative black-outs and self-preservation. 'Feel the rhythm of a thumping heart through the lines of a daydreamer.' Copyright ©GRETA GREE 2015 Currently ranking 214 in Poetry category (6/29...
SHARP
You take a knife
And glide it gently
Over my blindness
Like a sharp scalpel
It leaves a bloody trail
In my weeping horizon
