Split Poem by Tasha Hutchens

Split



The blood spilt
By the knife
It covered your
Arm and ran
Through the night
Oh the pain
You felt that
Night
When you took
The knife to
Your arm
You got so
Mad on that
Night
That’s what made
You take the
Knife to your
Arm
And now you
Are thinking why
Oh why did
I spill my
Blood
By: Ronald Ray
Greer
10/22/08

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