A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

sharpest knives

It is for ourselves
that we save our sharpest knives,
it is for ourselves that we sharpen them.
We've got to please stop, someone stop us - no.

Nobody can.

Most of the time, nobody can
even see what we've done. Most of the time,
they're doing it to themselves, as bad
or worse, so keen - you would think it's fun

It isn't fun.

Take an open letter to everyone
with sharpest knives for their poor self.
Their own poor me.

You've got to stop.

I've got to stop

your killing me.
The world is not
the one who has
to
see.

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