Knife

KNIFE
I feel the rubber
Black and round
Rough to keep a grip
I feel it when I close my eyes
It is real right then
And I fight the feeling
The urge to move it there
I try to let go
Somehow it sticks
Right in the palm of my hand
And eventually I can’t fight it
And silver touches me
And I see life pour out of me
My imagination so vivid
But this is not real
Never will it be
I love I laugh I am happy
It’s only a memory
It’s just the past
Of the things I wanted to do
It has stuck with me all these years
And I cannot get the images to go away
So they haunt me forever
As I drift asleep