The Blade… #Poetry #The Sunday Whirl #Wordle 588

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The Blade

I stand alone, waiting for the moment
When silence wraps itself around me
I am broken, thin as paper
I hear the blade slice through my mind
I shuffle along, my shoulder bumping each doorway I enter
I am nearly there, again I hear the blade, 
sharp edged, cutting away at my life
The inside of my mouth tastes powdery, like fine sand
Strange manifestations assail my eyes
Confusing day and night
Preventing my progress in reaching 
the last door that is marked home
I stagger towards it, like a blind man
When I feel the blade 
slice through for the last time…


©AnitaDawes2023

This one gave me goosebumps!

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