Jimmy is dripping blood

JIMMY IS DRIPPING BLOOD

 

The music of accomplishment now escorts farewell

And in it the madness it possess is for sale

And Jimmy bought it free on the highway

Toiled for an espionaged misery without pay

And the scars as a result have gone blue

His eyes are all that is left of a fool

And yes, another day has passed with flood

And jimmy is dripping blood

 

The strings of his guitar have gone haywire

And now its melody is bizarre

He has tried to mend it but it still showers

So he continues playing thunder on a tower

And the colour of his music is fire

And the theme of his song has no attire

And yes another day the clouds have cried a flood

Over the continuous dripping blue blood

 

He once loved a special miss

But she rested in peace

He was once loved by a stranger

But could not adjust to the new foreigner

And his weary music could not cry

And his existence could not deny

And yes, another day is yet to flood

For Jimmy is dripping soul made blood

 

Jimmy is dripping blood

Yet he is just the creators lad

He is amongst the fifty-two cards

In the game he is still a bud

And yes, another day is to be sung by flood

For Jimmy is dripping blood

For Jimmy is dripping invisible blood.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the amazing poetry. Some characters in time will never be forgotten. I like the flow of description and the tone of the poem. No weakness in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Mufaro Kudakwashe Joseph Mangono]

Here I chose Jimmy as a common name representing people. It was narrating the pains that we ought to go through as individuals, that make us human.