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Bob Dylan Poem
The first week without you is an eternal bee sting
Too much pain to talk
Paralyzed from the waist down
Confined to a lonely bed
The pain lessens up like the rain
But the swelling remains
As big as a bowling ball, on each hand and kneecap
Forcing me to crawl around like a deranged animal
Only winning me pity
The swelling reduces after a month or so
But ugly pink scars remain
When triggered, blood pours from the scars
Stains my sheets as I sleep alone
Years pass and the ugly scars begin to heal
But not completely
Decades later I wake at midnight screaming
Perplexed at the puddle of red surrounding me
Why do I still bleed as if the wound was just made?
I lay on my deathbed after centuries of agony
My scars have faded, many more have been added
A quilt of despair, a skin of sadness
The memories of you return once more
The tears fall, the earth shakes
And at last I rest
Copyright © Bob Dylan | Year Posted 2025
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Bob Dylan Poem
If you leave me
The clouds will split open like coconuts
Acid milk will pour over your cities
Lightning will flash, skinny like my fingers
I will pry through the sky to reach you
I will travel through time to reach you
If you leave me
The wolves will howl
They will come for your flock of sheep
Blood will spill, dark like my hair
It will spread into your rivers
It will spread into your veins
If you leave me
Storms will follow
Crashing against the coast of Sarasota
Searching for you
You will be haunted by agony
You will be haunted by memories
If you leave me
I will cry an ocean
But if you don't
I will crumble to pieces
We will die if we part
We will disappear if we stay
Copyright © Bob Dylan | Year Posted 2025
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