Weak

My body cries crimson tears. I wasn't strong enough to fight my fears. As the wounds continue to bleed the pain in my heart begins to feed. Now as the pain begins to end with my remaining strength I crawl into bed. As my heart slows I feel at peace. My breathing stops forgive me, please.

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 3/10/2016 12:04:00 AM

awesome poem. LINDA

Skat A

Date: 7/5/2015 2:01:00 AM

Myrna:) Wonderful poem, I enjoyed dropping by. Love SKAT

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 10/20/2010 11:28:00 AM

Good afternoon Myrna. The weekend and half this week are gone and this is the first I have had a chance to read. Had so much drama in my life. Really feeling good reading poetry today. Glad yours was among them. Love, Carol

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 10/20/2010 5:17:00 AM

sounds sad suicidal, life is not so bad befriend a child in need and you will have a friend indeed.

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 10/20/2010 5:15:00 AM

Nice expressions revealing the weakness within, Myrna