Broken Vessel

If I could drain the weakness 

That flows fast through my veins, 

I would tear open my skin 

With my own teeth and nails. 

Perhaps that is a weakness too. 

Might as well as one more 

To my ever growing collection 

It would be nice if they would disappear 

As I learn more about myself, 

But all I seem to learn 

Is that there are more hidden away 

In every place I look. 

It's time to sharpen my fangs 

And let the blood flow.

Reviews

[Adriana]

The feeling of weakness can really be crushing and you encapsulated it well in your poem