Puddles of Pain
With each slice
a tear rolls down your face
you watch as crimson blood falls
thinking back,
you remember the good times
warm sunshine on your face
mom and dad
and you
together
happy tears now
but then you remember
that was in the past
your eyes don't smile now
you watch again as the dark blood
drips onto the floor
puddles of blood
puddles of pain
Copyright © Amy Hollan | Year Posted 2007
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