Human Bleed
I do bleed
from this human flesh
toil and exhausted
From a bully's knife upon me
It was the unkindest cut,but was it truly warranted?
Severing the connection to a properous vessel
Lying on the Earth's bed with a dying look in these eyes
No one told me that Living would be Kind
Children would spit at me and laugh
at my childish mind
And so I type down these painful phrases
Continue to wander through challenging mazes
I cannot sip from God's cup of Wine
His salvation is yours but is not truly mine
My foe is a million smiles of the Rich
Taunting because I do not fit into their niche
This open wound upon a tiring finger
Speaks plenty of the Pain and cruelty which linger
Condemnation because I am poor
Feeling beauty but yet you ignore
Poets except for me indeed
to live forever without this Human Bleed
Copyright © Bart Jonas | Year Posted 2006
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