I know it's all over
Yet fights even the moth
As the lantern pulls him lower
Into the burning broth.
I know I cannot untie
The noose hung round my neck
The weakest trawler doesn't cry
When monsters break her deck.
I know I'm amid a blizzard
And ever doomed to freeze
The goat's head quivers in fright
Her bleatings never cease.
I know I'm on the precipice
Between this world and that
But oh, I'll yell for justice
Till the knife comes out my back.
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Salt And Ink
Poetry(#1 in Poetry 14th November 2015- 14th December 2015) (5th in What's Hot- Poetry, 20th January 2016) Cover picture- grunge (WeHeartIt) "Prepared thus to close, he raised his knife, Death came later; he was stabbed by life." When my ballpoint buckles...
