As I write these words tonight
Blood will flow
Trickling
Down
Down
Down.
My finger
Bleeds
My heart
Weeps
The wounds
Cry.
It's all the same
The words will be shadows
Before it sees
The light of dawn
There it will stay
In the dark
Unheard.
Blank pages
Of unwritten truth
Forgotten
Buried
Six feet below.
And as I write these words tonight
And the past seals my lips
Blood will
F
l
o
w
From my fingertips.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a young girl and already so deep! I like this poem of yours, especially the ending. Keep writing (though it bleeds) ...