Monday, August 18, 2008

Pressure III

Final moments of
Hounded life
Pushed and pulled
Turned and twisted
By deed and word
Walked life’s plank
To its tottering edge
Prodded and poked
A blade at my back
Along it’s downward curve
And in that moment
Pivotal poise
That revelation
Reflection glimpsed
That hand wielding the knife
Is mine

1 comment:

aria said...

awesome.. this time around the last two lines gave me goosebumps..
was also reminded of a painting.. I had seen long ..