Mary Keat

Rookie (10/02/91 / Indiana County)

The Knife - Poem by Mary Keat

This is the knife holds my fears,
This is the knife that holds my tears.
This is the knife that I can not touch,
This is the knife that I fear too much.
This is the knife that is from my dream,
This is the knife that made me scream.
This is the knife that I fear,
This knife is very near.
This knife is what I'll use,
This is the knife I can not refuse.
This knife is my fear,
This is the knife that is here.
This is the knife that is in my hand,
This knife is where I stand.
This is the knife that will be used soon,
This is the knife that will shine in the full moon.
....This is the knife that will help me leave.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, January 7, 2011


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