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Jagged Edges - Barnsey's Attempts at Poetry
All jagged edges, hard, without a grin,
A long time lost
Never quite knew where to begin,
A glare profound, to warn away the cruel,
Your nearness draws a fearsome din.
How can I continue? With this shouting in my soul.
How can I continue? Only you can make me whole.
Let me fade from this caption, this world, this life,
I have no good words, my tongue a serrated knife.
Though my heart spilleth over I favor now the end,
I close my eyes, burned with the image, of you my closest friend.
See me not as angry and full of dissent,
But as a tidal wave of fury that did finally relent.
I tried to accept the world but it was never fond of me,
Enough of the battles I cannot win, finally...I am free.