Poetry · Writing from the 1990's

Bleeding Heart


She drags herself across the mead

her chest all decked in blood

She stops and rests in agony

and falls into the mud

She gasps and grasps her shattered heart

at least the little left

She sees the bit of dying flesh

drops of liquid red

The sun begins to die away

she gives another try

Her life is leaving slowly now

It’s drained her insides

Alas the darkness has now come

It shakes its fists and mocks

She feels rejected and refused

Her life’s a broken clock

One last plight to salvation

One last request for love

But when he comes and finds her there

he leaves her drenched in mud

–January 1993

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