Poems of a Young Man: “RAZOR”


All the things I think

that I dare not write!

The voices!

The insights!

The passion of change

SEETHES in me!

I reek of expectancy.



I am not happy

on this post-holiday skid

applying my brakes

to override a stuck accelerator.


though I may appear to all the world to be asleep.

Dreaming through a life after love.

I wish I could hide these things from myself

at these times, when I feel

so unprepared.

My mind’s expression

is swollen and dim

and not shining through

as it was meant to do.


kisses the lowest ebb of spark.

My hands and feet

are as cold as my heart is dormant.

and dangling on this straining string…


I wish I had

a razor blade

to cut me free.


(12- 27- 79)



About KPKeelan

Fool, Philosopher, Lover & Dreamer, Benign TROUBLEMAKER, King and Jester of KPKworld, an online portal to visual and linguistic mystery, befuddlement and delight.
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