Blood In Your Heart - Poem by Ray Quesada
Has life ever clenched you by the chest
and forced you to see the rest
of the details?
Has a moment ever summed up your
whole Existence? If you were put
on the spot and the Giant Ear of the World
could you speak smooth
Or would you shutter
at the responsibility
...and not know what to utter?
Is the Blood in your Heart
and the Mist on your Soul
pouring out over the Earth
from South to North Pole?
Or, is it only worthy
of being spilled
in some gutter?
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