My Heart Bleeds Poem by Antonio Liao

wounded without pain, shouting without voice
seeing with suffering that hid inside my heart;
take the cup of my swollen flesh the hope, of
where I knew it would only push my navel of
return

oh! come my flourishing beginning, the flower
had just bloom and the bird’s chorus there
sweet lullaby; the grandeur of welcome in the
eternal home of lasting paradise and see the
child play, the showering rain nay, whisper the
teardrops in the holy face it splash

oh! humble soul, the regent of my call, let me
bring you to the shore of the wisdom of tiding
end of my foot step, to leave and live the
moving path of glows of the spirit, I repose

great may not to come, but my heart knew not
to walk and leads every passing day to see
my bleeding heart marching to Heaven …