I learned to love with knives in my back,
The kind that protruded from the other side
Straight through the heart.
I've crawled through mud as the enemy attacked
And there I was, caught in a great divide.
From pain, we learn life's true art...
Loving with pain in our souls.
It will haunt your mind, the darkness, I mean.
Waking up in cold sweats and tears on your face.
You are a soldier, defending the innocent,
Protecting them from the enemy's dangerous stream.
You are a vagabond, without a home or a place
In the world where knives have relevance.
Keep your friends close but you enemies closer,
As they say.
But the truth is that your enemies are afraid of you,
Because you aren't really a loser.
You see night while they see day
And wearing masks that you can see through.
You love as strongly as they hate.
While they run away from the dark
Avoiding the truth of their own
Selves, hiding the light to avoid being judged too late.
You thrive on moonlight as they live in daylight's spark,
Fearing the greater unknown.
Knives have meaning and they hurt,
We bleed like rivers flowing to the sea
Going on and on forever.
Never stop loving and blurt
The words "I love you" to everyone you meet.
You could heal someone like you
With a bond that can never be severed
With the same knives that
Stick in your back.
YOU ARE READING
The Dying Poet's Dream
PoetryGo on an adventure with me through words, landscapes, and dreams. Sail beyond your landscapes and follow your own compass to the beat of your own drum. Follow me through the woods and adventure to the great beyond.
