My Own Blood Poem by RIC BASTASA

My Own Blood



Life is here. Did you ask why it is here?
Did you bother to know what is its real name?

Life is here. I never ask it to stay.
It stays anyway.

When it leaves, i have nothing to pack.
I leave with it. I do not leave a name.

Life has wings. Got mine too freely given.
Broken wings. Stained with my own blood.

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