Blood Moon Poem by Jason Burke

Blood Moon



The moon blood red, for it's tainted with my poisoned blood. Deep red drops, fall upon you. This thing inside my brain.

I can't take this pain. Slowly eating my brain away. Give me more chemicals, till I'm ill. Keep feeding me more pills.

Maybe, that mass on brain, will come to pass. Maybe that giant mass, will grow and grow, until I go.

So what's the deal? Can I heal? Follow the long road, on my journey home.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
When I was diagnosed with a brain tumor.
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Jason Burke

Jason Burke

myerstown pennsylvania
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