The Art of Loss- Can You Cry Me Drops of Blood?

July 19, 2009
By Anonymous

The heart that beats the blood through my veins.
Pure muscle, so strong.
How is it so vulnerable?
How is this sense of loss so profound?

You left me here broken and alone,
The heart still beating, but without any feeling
The brain still firing, but for what?
When did you leave me so subtly?
How did I lose myself to you?

It’s not about the intertwined fingers.
Or the twisted genes.
Not about the blood on our hands-
It’s about the loss.
The utter loss I feel without you.

Beaten, beautiful, bored, brooding, brilliant.

Acceptance of my loss
Is beyond all I can understand
Please just leave me here to wallow
You and I were made to suffer,
Darling.

The author's comments:
Another poem in my poetry anthology, this one is written in lyric/freehand style.

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