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DANCE OF THE BLADES
November 6, 2007
Dance of the blades, minuet for two.
Weapons in hand as payment comes due.
Betrayal in mind delivers lethal blows,
uncertain who they are, unsure of what they know.
Deceit of the heart binds truth with fear.
What to throw away, what to hold dear.
Entangled by the past. It seems theres no escape.
Battered and frayed, how much can they take?
Glint of cold steel afresh with their blood.
It rends their flesh, and yet they both stood.
Pirouette to position, ready to defend
All their past deeds-to the bitter end.
Too busy to notice what they have lost,
Only wanting to win, whatever the cost.
No tears to shed as pain smother all.
One more stone, one more rock piled onto the wall.
Anguish and sorrow sever whats left.
You cant hear the words when your hearts deaf.
Who will fall first? What does it matter?
The dance continues till theyre torn and tattered.
No armor withstands what rips them apart.
Both confused, both hurting, how did this all start?
If only I could end all this pain and misery.
To rest for just a moment, I pray to feel free.
Trust takes its last breath, certain of the end.
Dace of the blades spares none to mend.
Osa
This is how I am feeling.
November 6, 2007
Dance of the blades, minuet for two.
Weapons in hand as payment comes due.
Betrayal in mind delivers lethal blows,
uncertain who they are, unsure of what they know.
Deceit of the heart binds truth with fear.
What to throw away, what to hold dear.
Entangled by the past. It seems theres no escape.
Battered and frayed, how much can they take?
Glint of cold steel afresh with their blood.
It rends their flesh, and yet they both stood.
Pirouette to position, ready to defend
All their past deeds-to the bitter end.
Too busy to notice what they have lost,
Only wanting to win, whatever the cost.
No tears to shed as pain smother all.
One more stone, one more rock piled onto the wall.
Anguish and sorrow sever whats left.
You cant hear the words when your hearts deaf.
Who will fall first? What does it matter?
The dance continues till theyre torn and tattered.
No armor withstands what rips them apart.
Both confused, both hurting, how did this all start?
If only I could end all this pain and misery.
To rest for just a moment, I pray to feel free.
Trust takes its last breath, certain of the end.
Dace of the blades spares none to mend.
Osa
This is how I am feeling.
deleted_user
You seem to be in a lot of pain I hope putting this down on paper helped you vent a little.
deleted_user
Wow, that is a great poem Osa. All is not lost when you can turn pain to beauty.
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