I bleed on a paper
When my blood doesn't clot
When there's no one to wipe
My bloody tears off
Some things
Are hard to tell
Or even listen
But they flow, on paper
Sometimes
It's hard to think
To give a thought
To what we felt
It's even harder
When you know the thought
But don't know what it is
The hardest part is
To bleed it out as it is
On a piece of paper
Just to feel relieved
Every poet
Is a patient and the cure , of this diseased world
Who bleeds, collects, and donates
His blood to other patients
Who can't do so
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A Sunflower In The Dark || Poetry Collection ||
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