How I Bleed Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

How I Bleed



From every pore
skin thinned
face lined
grey hair.

Pain racked eternity
side speared
happy are those
whom twist
this spear
all have made.

The stead upon which
I don't ride
used to carry me
to the four corners
many miles.

Metal disabled body
like wise
take from me
this pain
all can see.

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Carissa Mcbride 05 February 2008

wow this poem rocks! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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