Cuchillo
An ode to the pocket knife.
The way is lonely and cold
Wondering in a world unknown
Solitary silence on my journey
Leaves room for the brain to wonder.
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Darkness surrounding every angle
Vision focused on the necessary
Hearing attuned to the decibel
Sixth sense activated.
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Movement in the void detected
Every ounce of me is ready
Waiting in my fight stance
Fear has no place here.
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Monsters to the left and demons to the right
Nocturnal creatures breathing down my spine
Come at me because it’s not your night
Prepared for war as I went out the door.
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In my pocket is your undoing
My little friend has a few words
He’s been waiting patiently for today
When the darkness falls
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Glinting in the moon light
Adorned with a jagged edge
Cold steel blade of elite craft
Handgrip steady as a warrior.
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Starlight wondering together
Our verve is never dull
Fashioned just for me.
Never leave home without you.
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