I'Ve Bled Red... Poem by Nestor David Armas

Don't go;

Not yet,

Not now;

It's not even Christmas,

I jest;

Too many words,

Not yet said;

Not enough memories,

I've bled red;

And bruised blue,

Before there was ever you;

In my mind in my days,

There was a blank slate;

But you made me create,

Another reality;

And that is the insanity,

It consumes;

You exhume,

My hidden thoughts;

How they lingered,

Long ago;

And now they go,

Before I've had a chance;

To put pen to paper,

And you run away now like in a caper;

Shall I stop you perchance?

(05/27/2010)