Bleeding Poem by Stuart Knapp

When I still smelled like a boy
I really did not belong
To anyone or anything
When I was new and clean

In those days I longed for love
And pined with an old soul
Lock step with yearning
I discovered the growing emptiness

In isolation I bled quietly
Dismay and falling
Apart from the years coming
Truth made this divide my home

Reckless fear became standard
And loss my closest friend
Timeless once the mappings of my mind
Gone the fierceness of stone

Of what I could recall
There was a glimpse of beauty
Replaced by dust and darkness
My broom cannot collect

When I still smelled like a boy
I really knew nothing at all
Just vacancy, relief, then vacancy
The beginning of the set up
The beginning of the fall