Black Blood Bleeding

A special pen to write with, to draw with
Noting down real dreams without boundaries
Reaching for the ones that need to be out there
In order for after leaving, for them to be set free

It's sacred ground to work on
Started an empty space soon to grow big
A long road ahead for finding pieces
Building towards a remaining of the puzzle in release

Time sometimes feels short, but mostly feels like an ocean of seconds with no end
The body must keep on going, travelling through in hope to be stranded
Couple of shores have been passing by, beautifully painted by great minds
Even though they can be warming, can’t be letting down

Returning moment of falling
But with a strong back ready for the night
Speeding up revealing the truth
Aware of it’s danger and it’s might

Close towards the surface, about to fall holding on everything to stand through
Confidence in choice of decision, knowing this is the needed vision
To make things right and free, clearing the ashes of fires in their sky
All shadows falling down into one point, descending like rain connected as a whole 

Time is clearing and mind is going... Body hitting grounds
The pen’s black ink is leaking, slowly taking over what’s been left
Sinking into paper and skin, creating a void of darkness with nothing to be seen
Consuming of a soul being taken away for eternal loss
A space never heard of silently to be forever forgotten
Full of shadow abandoned from timeline to be stuck
Dragged down by arms coming in waves deep into the sea
The black sea made of the ink that's been noting in overflow
Drowning in words and suffocating to the thoughts no one will ever know
Still okay with the decision, faith in the person to understand and see

This special pen to write with, to draw with
It’s feeding off blood to support its work
There is limit to supply and there are boundaries
Reach out for what's truly important, putting soul in where it needs

Purify darkened blood, before setting free

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree.
"This special pen to write with, to draw with
It’s feeding off blood to support its work
There is limit to supply and there are boundaries
Reach out for what's truly important, putting soul in where it needs

Purify darkened blood, before setting free"
Hemingway said it often. Writer's bleed their stories. Above lines were amazing. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Seth DeAlba]

A good poem, very well written.

[Dandelion Dream]

Thank you for the read.