This poem is inspired by a current challenge I am facing. No doubt many other people have felt the same way as me at one time or another.
My sword of Damocles
Although it's not touching me
I can feel the coldness,
the steel
on the back of my neck.
It chills the minute space
between life and death
as it hangs, suspended,
like a threatening promise.
A fate that could drop, or not.
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