Bleed Poem by Kyle Schlicher

Bleed



watching each day

slowly,

methodically

spinning

haphazardly

thru space
until

it is time at last
to be unceremoniously

dumped

upon the landfill of the universe

reuniting yesterday with past years
and future dreams

never reaching fruition

while you slowly

bleed

existence,

drop
by
drop,

into the trash can

without

protest.


(10-15-2015)

Thursday, October 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: aging
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