Blood Poem by Miss Grace
Blood
A sharp knife stabbed on my back
It was put by my closest person
No, the person was not my enemy
I don't know why I got such a treason
I was taken by surprise and shock
I touched the wound with my hand
Everything felt giddy
I could no longer stand
Betrayal is a funny thing I supose
It never comes from your foe or enemy
It always comes from someone so dear
I was saddened to see who was the person to kill me
Blood is now everywhere
It is flowing out of my body
Such a pretty color I must say
I laid still on that night dready
I was not sad to die
I would be sooner or latter
I was sad that the person I trusted
Was such a flatterer
My eyes fixed on my murder
With last thoughts My mind flood
I lie taking my last breaths
Weeping last tears in a pool of blood
3. "Blood… flowing out of my body Such a pretty color I must say".. loved this. Even when the narrator was facing absolute death, he/she is inclined to make bashful comment! Loved this presentation
2) A very emotional poem. Good rhyme scheme. Top score. All the best.
‘A stab in the back' might be figurative. So could be the blood flowing. But the wound is real, when the ‘back-stab' comes from someone ‘closest'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 1:13:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Betrayal is a funny thing I suppose. It never comes from an enemy or foe. So true Miss Grace. Betrayal seems to always come from within. From those you trusted and loved! ! Loved this poem. Thank you for sharing! !