” Bleeding “

Posted: September 7, 2012 in Poetry and Prose
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Bleeding

I heard your knock on my door,

I left the lights off so you,

Wouldn’t know that I was home,

I don’t want you to see me,

Not like this, while I’m bleeding,

Broken, bleeding on the floor,

The weakest I’ve ever been,

I can’t wait for it to end,

I just want to stop bleeding.

Ken Barr

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