BLEEDING RELIEF
By Mark Booth, Army
Writing Type: Poem
I cut
hard and heavy
and deep
just to believe
it's me
and I'm
still alive.
I
don't feel a thing
and I do wonder why
blood
runs
on the outside of my skin
to make a path for another drop
by my feet,
a dark red, almost black
puddle gets ready to harvest.
Any vampire would be
delighted with the feast
already warm and ready to drink.
Oh sad warrior, thank you.
and deep
just to believe
it's me
and I'm
still alive.
I
don't feel a thing
and I do wonder why
blood
runs
on the outside of my skin
to make a path for another drop
by my feet,
a dark red, almost black
puddle gets ready to harvest.
Any vampire would be
delighted with the feast
already warm and ready to drink.
Oh sad warrior, thank you.