Poem: Not Ready To Leave

Staring at my beating heart
I’m not ready to leave
Not yet
Sharp and so powerful
Plunging deep
I’m not ready to leave
Not yet
You were just a stranger
Eyes filled with danger
So forceful, you’ll never be remorseful
I’m not ready to leave
Not yet
Maybe this is my end
A kitchen utensil
Taken all chance
For a happy ending
I wasn’t ready to leave
But I guess I’ll have to be

 

This poem came from several news stories about knife crime.

What do you think?

-Esjae

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