Slit...
Red wells from the newfound wound
a puddle of liquid emotion
screaming as it is borne to a harsh world
Slice...
So little outsider know of the pain held inside
broiling just under the surface
straining to be let free
Cut...
Red tears streak across the skin
the closed skin which cries from beneath
for freedom and justice for the wrong of this life
Carve...
Life gives every reason why he should be here
yet beats him to death and recovery
over and over, never to stop
Tear...
Just on the brink of clearing this world from him
the wrong it holds in this existence
the skin no-longer tan but drowned in red
beautiful red...
deathly red...
red...
Red ~ Zenith Ringmaster
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Spiritual Sensation
PoetryThis Poetry book can be depressing at times. There are will be a few humorous poems but the majority is deep and soul touching. Beware. Everything written in this book is copyrighted and may not be taken under any other name unless authorized. ꧁༺ᵶḝ...
