Twisted Veins

Twisted Veins

A Poem by Randolf Ramos

Within my veins flows this blood of oppression
Of which Bleeding, I cannot contain.
Though twisted, not my malady
It shows as self inflicted pain?

And through time I succumb to grave
I wished this blood renewed anew
Never will I succumb to death
Without curing inequity.

Ti's twisted, my veins so as the blood in its path.
Oh senses, sense not a terminal infirmity.
Twisted lies, for my wasting body,
but never for this soul and spirit
who is dying gracefully.

© 2022 Randolf Ramos


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Randolf Ramos
Written March 27, 2016

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Randolf Ramos
Randolf Ramos

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