For Fear of Black BloodA Poem by William CoadThough none of us care to admit that we do, everything we fear that will come true is that we will be infected, and fall to the flood that our veins will be filled with the deadly black blood.
Though we live for many days all the tomorrows can be taken away by just one drop, in point of fact one black drop and you can't get them back.
So what do we do for fear of the black blood?
What do we do to keep those afflicted away?
Is there a way to keep my white heart beating?
Is there a way to keep the fear from bleeding?
As I lie awake at night my skin speckled red purged by this blight I have to fear what's in my veins, for if I sleep will I awaken again? © 2015 William Coad |
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Added on June 10, 2015 Last Updated on June 10, 2015 AuthorWilliam CoadSan Fransico, CAAboutI am a writer. I have been one for some time and will continue to be one well into the future. I have been known to write for a variety of mediums- films, poetry, comics, books- but haven't really gon.. more..Writing
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