Twisted VeinsA 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 RamosAuthor's Note
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