We bleed

The silence

deafens

bursting drums

screaming so loudly

it explodes

into Death.

 

And the spell,

broken

shuffles its coil,

mortally embarrassed

by its adequacy.

 

And the Earth rotates.

Planets collide.

Seasons melt.

Night pushes up day.

 

And we bleed

crimson strokes

the artist's brush

forlornly seeking

that which we can't have.

© Paul O' Neill 2012

Reviews

[lisat]

yes, we do

[Pól]

thanks, again??

[lisat]

yes, we do

[emmy bon]

nice piece you got, well done.

[brianna vega]

love it.

[Pól]

Thanks, Bri

[Neville]

We bleed indeed, a fantastic piece of poetry Paulo, thank you. All Good Things,
Neville

[Pól]

Thank you so much, Neville