I Bleed

I wrote a poem. Possibly my best work of poetry yet. You can red it below.

I bleed.

Crimson, red,

rivers, droplets;

flowing in dark streams down

my skin,

paths marked in intricate lines

in the dust of my existence;

crimson echoes of a broken life,

memories and regrets seeping

from within,

a past of pain and joy fleeing

with each drop.

Rivers and roads run red

among this forfeit life.

I bleed,

for I am human.


Amazing, no? 😉


(c) Brian McBride


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