A Piture Of Blood Poem by Alicia Roseberry

A Piture Of Blood

Rating: 2.7


it sits on the counter,
so warm and so red,
it sits on the table,
next to the bed,
the crimson red piture of blood,
quietly spilling over the floor,
leaking out of my mouth,
silently taking my life,
one dropp at a time,
a pitcher of blood.

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I know what kind of pain and fear had to be behind writing a poem like this. I know how this kind of thing feels, and I've had moments where all I can think about is my blood, a longing just to see it. I feel the passion here, no matter how sad it is.

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Hiding Nothing 19 April 2009

This again is a sad poem. It is scary and horible, nut paints a clear picture and has been weel written.

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