Debbie Walker Poet Free verse

While They'Re Bleeding

While they’re bleeding
I may grant offers of support with a hint of a smirk as I remove the 
daggers and swords that have been placed in my back by 
friends, family or foe  
When I was down, I was there doormat, there feet
forever wiped on me

I may dress their wounds with stitches 
No iodine, or anesthesia to numb their pain, 
A shot of whiskey you will not be granted
I want your agony to be constnat
Let the pain you suffer be a burning reminder...

While they’re bleeding
I will cease to have any f***s to give
I will not grant a handout, for when my hand was dangling with 
pain they swept it away like trash
When I was there, I was used and toyed, 
with like candle stick matches, wondering 
how long it will take before I burn out

I will be the storms that have granted so many with PTSD
The rivers that flooded countless cities, wildfires that have burned through towns, hurricanes that have damaged plenty. I will be the storm that has screamed in my head.
 
While they’re bleeding
I will not hear, for when I needed someone to HEAR ME
I was meet with closed ears, or sometimers
Your voice will be like nails on a chalk board I will not care to 
listen and if I do, I will only hear for a time.


I will not grant them forgiveness for 
Their soulless sins against me 
When I wanted forgiveness for a pen drop i was meet
with grudges and hate

While they're bleeding
I will remember the times when....

...no need to tell them

Because thats why they're bleeding

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