Whats writen in blood

The lives have past

And what is writen
Is writen in blood

His walls are covered in it

His past is in him

His past was writen in blood

That came from his wrist

Writen with the blade of truth

His pain and misery is shown through what he writes

Which heals his wounds in the heart

The loss of a father and a mother

From hate he has shown love

From pain he has shown strength

His tears are gone

And his blood is shed

He'll fall one night

From the blade slicing his throat

No more words

No more love

Memories are set free

As he lays there

With his blood dripping

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

When death is the answer. We have no place to go. Strong story in the poem led to a sad ending. Easy to give up. Hard to be strong and go forward. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote