Bleeding Heart Poem by Atef Ayadi

Bleeding Heart



i watch
and focus
my eyes

when i catch
a woman

in a full

bleeding heart
turbulent
soft
torment.



it is a painful
find,


but i keep watching.


i have nothing else to do.
but to feel
the irony.

it starts
with a
an interjection,

a very
breezy
deep
breath,

to a smoke

of

fire and blaze

that eats
the green
purple
and the reddish upper and lower RED feelings.

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