catch me, i'm bleedingA Poem by danwhen a love is lost tragically, the beating heart begins to drip
raw joy imploding, tracking
grief toward love lost (raw);
sudden, encumbered
and marked by blight.
enamored by memory,
gone now, replaced by
blood, staining bright.
falling into sharpened
thought, falling until
caught.
dan © 2015
Music: “Shadows,” by Lindsey Stirling
© 2015 danAuthor's NoteReviews
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