It wouldn’t take a moment
To slice a life away
A knife sits poised above my wrists
The veins are blue and raised.
Peculiar that earlier
It sliced the veg to eat
This knife that now so threatens
Provided me replete.
Yet now it stands here ready
To do its certain harm
It would take just a moment
Of injury to this arm.
It’s a tempting proposition
When I’m feeling of a mind
But as soon as it arrives
It leaves me far behind
And drifts off to another
Whose desperation calls
For solace and an end
To a life of agonies.
So for now I am saved
And have a chance to live
To love again and reflect
On all that I can give.
