Driss Ezzireg


Don't Stop The Bleeding, My Heart. - Poem by Driss Ezzireg

DON'T STOP THE BLEEDING, MY HEART.
NO NEED FOR IT NOW.IT'S ALREADY LATE.
THE COWS HAVE BEEN MILKED OUT
AND THE WILD HORSES DRIVEN TO MADNESS.
SADNESS REIGNS ALL OVER THE PLACE.

DON'T STOP THE BLEEDING, MY HEART
THE BIRDS HAVE DESERTED THE SKIES.
THE SEAS HAVE DENIED THE FISH.
THE WINTERS ARE MASTERS OF SPRINGS
AND THE WOUNDS ARE STILL AFRESH.

DON'T STOP THE BLEEDING, MY HEART.
A NEW DAWN OF A NEW MORNING,
WITH TRUE JOYS AND NO MOURNING,
WITH WONDERFUL FOLKS ALL ADORING,
LOVING, CARING AND EVER CHEERING!

DON'T STOP THE BLEEDING, MY HEART.
IT'S HIGH TIME FOR A NEW START.
HIGH TIME FOR SOMETHING NEW
WITH THE BEST; WITH THE FEW.

Topic(s) of this poem: hope

Form: Blank Verse


Comments about Don't Stop The Bleeding, My Heart. by Driss Ezzireg

  • Abderrahmane Dakir (1/18/2016 2:47:00 AM)


    Nice trip from sadness to happiness. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 16, 2016

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 17, 2016


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