Jacob Frey Poet Rhyme

Heart of Sod

I’m bleeding from the outside in
like a cup I’m filled to the brim
but I’m not bleeding blood, I’m bleeding gasoline
just so I can light a fire inside of me
my eyes are closed, I’m breathing heavily
lost inside, I’m paralyzed, am I ready
read my lips these will be my last words
they’ll be tattooed on your heart as third degree burns
leave the room, make sure you lock the door
I don’t want you to see me like this anymore
turn the heat up and walk away
write down every last word you've heard me say
“he who is drowned, is not bothered by the rain.”
Bellowed the last lamb the wolf hath slain
“The lamb, the hero.” the wolf cried to god
and etched the lamb’s final words into a heart of sod

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Robert Lindley November 19, 2014 at 12:31 PM A super 7 on this one.. I will check back later for more readings of your work here. This is a fantastic write--adding THIS ONEE to my fav list. Jacob Frey November 19, 2014 at 1:12 PM thank you very much

Meg Anderson November 18, 2014 at 12:26 PM whoa, your poems are deep. I like them. Jacob Frey November 18, 2014 at 1:10 PM Thank you very much, I'm glad you like them. I'll take a look at yours when I get the chance.