Bleeding

When the heart beats, the heart bleeds–
It has no other choice.
In the midst of unmet need it cries
To find a silent voice.

Darkest night, that of the soul
Hollowed out in pain:
Knowing only emptiness,
The deepest, blackest stain.

A pleading going all unheard,
A single, oft-repeated word,
A crippled, hunted, flightless bird inside.
Something has died.

5 thoughts on “Bleeding

    1. Thanks, Jess. I thought the flightless bird thing was pretty good, too, if I do say so myself…:o)

      You are right about the world being full of lonely souls. Some days I’m one of them. The other days I wish I could give each and every one of them a great big hug. And a smile. And do something to really make their lives a little better.

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