slow progress by Richard Trotter Success holds a knife to the throat of the rising rock of the sea joined together flotsam and fire sealed like candles in the ocean. It crumbles only slowly, hoping for slices of silk emancipation red tears haphazardly drip, splatter and erode like a snail. 01/24/2004 Author's Note: I may change this , as I rushed to complete it, and I know that some parts of it sound awful. Posted on 01/24/2004 Copyright © 2024 Richard Trotter Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Kalikala Smith on 01/29/04 at 01:33 PM i absolutely love the first line... success holds a knife to the throat. that right there is a whole world of thought in itself. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)