Words bleeding onto paper

by jarrod   Feb 15, 2009


Life,love,death
just words
always bleeding
onto paper

lacks of feeling
dry and old
rotted to core
repeated

questions without answers
determination without inquiry
do they care?
Do I!?!

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  • 15 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    I have read by the master that a poet must sell his blood
    I thought to myself what is the catch

    It seems that few take the time to analyze depth and you are relieved if even one cares how you feel as you question if you would should or could care

    am I right?

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