Stained Blade ~ a reading


I hope this works.
Please forgive me for this crude post and read, am not very good at speaking.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Stained Blade

He looked like me,
dressed like me,
never spoke like me
and hid like me.

We passed each other every day,
but he didn’t know my name.

He wore a black hood,
pulled long over the eyes,
I’ve seen his face many times,
sad like mine.

He never noticed I’m there,
among all the others ignoring him.

When he smiles the innocence shines,
too bad he keeps it in,
alone,
in the darkness of his mind.

Cutting like in a rhyme,
one, two, three in time.

Line over line,
the edge glides round arms and thighs,
a pointless blade,
dulled by stabbing walls.

Each thrust comes with a cry,
the screams escaping from inside.

The pain that pounds,
loud in his head,
no one hears,
but he and I.

He found a new blade,
razor sharp smile,
it gleamed in the dark,
it sang, as it cut, in, deep.

Well below the point of no return,
asleep he lay with his new stained blade.

He looked like me,
dressed like me,
never spoke like me
and hid like me.

We passed each other every day,
except today.

He left me,
his reflection trapped,
trapped in glass,
between the cafeteria and class.

Where no one knew his name,
except for me.

Ax

10 thoughts on “Stained Blade ~ a reading

  1. The poem has a ll the qualifications to be a star! It has such pathos! Imagery is superb and the dark place from where it came, is personified excellently.
    p.s. i love your voice! definitely you should do more!

Comments are closed.