The Heart That Bleeds
each day a subtle nightmare
doubtful “sorry” mornings,
lavender lesions and smiles
disguised brazen warnings--
so many a blind eye turned
to the nights of violent eyes,
broken promises assuring
angry fists and silent cries--
her walls all turned to vices
crushing her broken wings,
left her thinking this was it
it's time to pack my things--
she put everything she had
into a note she mailed to me,
not much but a broken heart
which leads us here to see--
rose petals bleeding reddish
for two knife-opened wrists,
cries echo inside the church
the torture of grief persists--
February 19, 2016
Copyright © Sam Jameson | Year Posted 2016
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