poems

All I Know

this is all I know

the only thing I know how to do 

I sit and wait

for the horrid moment to come

It's like a knife cutting through and ice cube

hard to cut and difficult to keep in place

and when it finally cuts through

its not a clean cut

but rather its all shattered and rough

that's me

but it can be worse for others

for some, they might be the knife

not the one cutting through the ice

but rather the one shattered from trying to cut through concrete

or the one bent then snapped in two from hitting metal

or even the little dent in the concrete from the knife trying to cut it

or maybe the little scratch on the metal from the knife trying to impale it

I don't know who's the ice cube, the shattered knife, or the bent and broken one

Nor do i know who is the little dent in concrete, or the small scratch on the piece of metal

but I know the loneliest are the kindest

the saddest smile the brightest

and the most damaged are the wisest

because they don't want others to know the same pain

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*part of this is a quote and is not mine                

                              this is what i'm talking about      \/