Sometimespoet'sbleed Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

Copious amounts of blood flow, nonstop
.....A poet's head is in total disarray- -
Knocked silly against a sharpened "edge"...
...Bringing forth the dawn of day.

Perhaps, it is a spiritual letting
.....Or some divine circumstance employed
That awoke the poet to the "realization"- -
...That sometimes in life there is no joy!

Oft' times it is such a struggle
.....Just to tuck themselves into a safe bed...
And protect their minds and souls for living- -
...While blood continues pouring out of their head's.