The blood that drips out of my heart disappears, it soaks into the earth. It ascends to the light from above and descends to the mayhem below. I sit their cross- eyed breathing in the situations that arise before the land I call home. I sit there waiting for the love and hope, but there I wait. The crumbling wall collapses in and you are stuck. But, then again how should I know about the blood that drips from the heart.
The Blood that Drips Out
February 27, 2010