Fin Metz

The Blade - Poem by Fin Metz

Slowly sinking into the skin,
I watch as the blood comes out from within,
Covering my hands in a crimson tint,
I watch as his life force burns out like a splint.

I pull my hand away,
Continuing to go about my day,
I do not care about the blood coating my hands,
To me it's just another day,
Another day for a thief of lives.

Topic(s) of this poem: death, murder

Comments about The Blade by Fin Metz

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (4/25/2018 1:11:00 AM)

    Dear Fin, such a poignant poem👍👍👍 (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 24, 2018

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