Saturday, 30 November 2019

poem 147

Why stop bleeding 
When even a change of the wind
cuts my flesh 
A new plaster added to the rest 
Hide my flesh from her eyes 

Why stop bleeding 
When the rain drowns
each good act that I achieved 
Still I just float above the waves
Hide my words from her days 

Why stop bleeding 
When the cold cuts though 
all the love we gave 
One more coat to my freezing bones 
Hide my breath from her home 

And the Butterfly, still she cries why!
for today someone else died

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