Bleeding Poem by Vonda Overlie

Bleeding



How many tears have I shed, Has not the well run dry?
This pain I feel never seems to subside.

Each day I struggle and try to find the reasons for your choice.
Nothing makes sense, no reason good enough.

Is your heart like mine? Does it not feel?
I feel mine bleeding.

Please make me a tourniquet.
Wait, sorry I asked. You don't care!

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