Nosebleed

In the dead of night, out of my nose,

The blood begins to flow,

It washes away,

The pain of the day,

And makes me feel the nights calm lay,

Apon me as I lay in bed,

Blood is rushing through my head,

It comes out as the words unsaid,

Throughout the day,

So there I lay,

Pondering,

Wondering,

Thoughts circling,

Cycling,

To the ends,

Of my brain,

It drives me insane,

The things I say,

Inside my head,

I think maybe I'm dead,

So I open my eyes,

But I see only dark and I feel the light leave,

I feel blood on my sleeve.

Reviews

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

interesting poem, i've read it over a few times and from a few perspectives, quite the talent you even gripped my attention although I have a personal pet hate for poems without paragraphs haha well done