I'M Still Bleeding Poem by Zoe Christo

Your an insurgence
ripping tearing through me like a tank over the hills of syria
How you invade the personnel
And leave with the blood on the floor
The life has not been salvaged
But this won't stop bleeding
And I don't know how long it will be 'till the essence of me vanishes completely
You can't claim your victory
This wounded soldier lives solitary now
and this solitude chimes the bells of melancholy
And this vision blurs to grey
You're all that's in my head
And I can't wash these blues away

I want to run where no one can see me
Where I don't bear this guilt of compassion
where I won't have to see a life that we could have had
Birth now would be a blessing
To see a new sun rise
One with our eyes greeting me in the morning light
I want no memory of you to collide
with my new life I need to conceptualise
Keep your sinful lips away from memories
Or will you not vanish till this soldier lays dead.