Bleed, bleed and bleed,

More and more,

There's little joy,

In store,

For you,

So keep on bleeding.

There's no pill,

Nor drink,

No intoxication,

That can comfort you,

So keep on bleeding,

Till you can bleed no more.

You want love,

In an age of lust,

Greed and selfishness.

It is a dream,

That cannot be fulfilled,

At least in this life.

So drown your own essence,

In the redness of your blood.

Bleed, bleed and bleed:

O my wounded heart,

On what else can your grief feed?

So care not for anything else,

Just bleed, bleed and bleed.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Produced in Karachi, Pakistan, on the 10th of January, 2009.

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palewingedpoetess's picture

bleed no more
wounded heart
of before
heal and be whole
of those rib knocking
bruises of the prior
aches' sore
much balm from your words
has been wrung
much joy out of pain
has softly now come
smile through your tears
and divorce yourself of
those long, harsh empty years
today is so fresh sweet and
shiny all anew
come turn your aching back on what
take my hand
and walk with me
out of the pain
because don't you know
tomorrow is the most beautiful
word in the world
begetting such hope
it comes in second only to love
and we both know
you've saved up plenty of that........
you know who......... so why type it? lol