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Bleeding

by Christopher Shin

My blood feels like sludge,
and I feel as each cut lingers
and pools around me.

I search the sky,
and I find only the darkness.
The soul lingers and
the breathe escapes.

All I can do is sigh,
and you are gone.
Time has passed me
by.

I wish that the sky
would open and
accept my heart.

The only thing it
can take is my bitterness
as I sigh.

I wish I could scream
the dreams I shattered,
but all I can do is cry.

10/14/2018

Posted on 10/14/2018
Copyright © 2019 Christopher Shin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/15/18 at 02:17 PM

I've been there, Christopher, thank God not today, but many times in my long past. I see your bravery to shout your darkness right here in front of us, to cry out loud. I think you are an example of the courage of poets who open their wounds and air them out, for the hope that that airing will help to heal. Peace to you.

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