Tears of Blood
In
my
veins
flows the
blood that
drips from the
pain and misery of
my lost sorrow. Drip,
drip in never ending
streams of crimson,
tears flowing
from swollen
eyes. The dark
of sad lonely
nights calls
my soul.
I feel not
the pain as it
blackens my ebon
glass heart. Never
will I try again
to feel joy
as once in my
youth I had.
It is but
a sad dream,
a lost desire,
gone in the fall
of each blood
filled tear that
I cry.
12/04/15
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015
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