Wednesday, 14 January 2015

Bleeding

My heart lies broken on the floor
Shards spread far and wide
I reach down to pick up a piece
Draw back in pain

Red red blood wells
Drips slowly from finger cut
Falling to the shards below
Sharp edged and scattered

I try to sweep up
The red-stained pieces
They slide away
Refuse to come together again

Frustrated I pause
Blood drips still
Taking away life
One drop at a time

Turning I go
Leaving the shards of my broken heart
Leaving a trail of droplets
Bleeding still

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