Justin Schaefer


Cup Of Blood - Poem by Justin Schaefer

A cup of wine
A cup of blood
white hot pain sears the flesh
eventually the pain dissapears
and all that is left
is lonliness and despair
the scars of the flesh heal
but the wounds in my heart
take much much longer

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 18, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 26, 2010


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