First off thanks to anyone and everyone taking the time to read this. These are what I believe to be the only two poems I was not forced to write for a school project. I've never really been into poetry but one day I was inspired just to sit down and write these, so I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to leave a comment telling me what you thought, I'd love the feedback.
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Words of the Blade
I'm the weapon but I'm not guilty
Or at least not to blame
I'll admit I drew the blood
But not by choice
Well at least not my choice, that is
Funny the need to defend myself
It's not as if someone will blame me
And if they did, what would they do to me?
Lock me up?
I'd consider it a blessing
For no one knows the secrets a knife carries with it
What we hear when shoved in a pocket
A purse or bag
The things we see
The evil, sadness, and pain
The stench of fear that never leaves you
The blood that never washes away
For to be a knife is truly a curse
But what we do is still somehow worse
Blood Hero
A large gun is placed in his hand
It weighs down his already heavy heart
He is young, boyish features still make up his face
But he has already been told he is a man of war
He recalls the stories that he's heard over the years
Not murder, he reminds himself
He'll be a hero not a murderer
He clings to these thoughts
These very simply thoughts
For they are what keeps his mind clear...
...What keeps his hand steady
As he fires his first shot.
