Tuesday, 16 July 2013


A little bit of fear begins to flow
like blood released beneath a careless knife
a single dripping thought: that I don’t know
one inkling of the meaning to this life
another cut, and now I wonder why
the bad go on while those you love are lost
apparently, what’s right does not apply
what’s right and fair and logical was tossed
and now the angry thoughts come rushing out
the open wound, and all the pain I feel
comes pouring forth with all my darkest doubt
a flood of fears that mental wounds reveal
   Time can heal wounds of every kind
   but what can stop the bleeding in my mind?

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