We all have it, rushing through our veins.
It pumps through our bodies.
Jumping back and forth.
But what happens when...
There is a needle jabbing your skin,
when you watch it flow out,
when you feel it leave your arms,
when you wish they took more.
You drive your car home
although they warned you;
'Don't drive home alone, you might still be dizzy.'
Maybe you were hoping to pass out.
6,000 blood donations are needed
that's every 24 hours!
How strange that I'm one of them
though I had only just given some.
Guess that's why you don't drive after
because your blood will go straight back to you.
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My Little Book Of Poems
PoetryI've recently got into poems and I wanted to write some of my own.
