Perfecting The Art Poem by Kitt Karver

Perfecting The Art

Hardly able to breathe
Thought I had perfected the art of suffering
Though here I am again,
Pouring another drop of blood onto paper
Pools forming around me
To drown in that would be kind,
To leave the past - my pain - behind

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