Anne Jones

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A Small Piece Of Metal - Poem by Anne Jones

I close my eyes and picture what it would be like
I wrap my hand around and hold on tight
I feel nervous and unsure
It is cold to the touch but looks mysterious
It's body holds paths of its own guided by its curves
I hold it and ponder what i should do
How will it feel I ask myself?
Will it be quick and painless?
What if this doesn't do it?
What if I still live?
I point it and pretend to pull
Such a tiny thing has so much power
The question is who has more power me or this mysterious piece of metal?
Will I be a coward or will I follow through?
Will today be the day?
Is it heaven or is it hell?
I stare at it and it stares me back
It is like it is calling me out to see if I will follow through
It asks me what my plan is and I answer back that I am still debating


Comments about A Small Piece Of Metal by Anne Jones

  • Rookie - 0 Points Adi Cox (7/22/2011 3:15:00 AM)

    When I read this poem I feel the sharpness the damaging point. A traumatic psychology that dares to cut itself ever deeper in order to release itself. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, July 22, 2011


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