Circulation Poem by ken van

The sweat drips
from my knuckles to my nails
the blood still circulates
but the pain never fails.

you were my friend
my brother
I knew who you were
I could remember everything
now, your name
I can't even referre

Where have you gone?
am i the reason you left?
before i breath with ease
now it is hard to take a breath

Your gone
out of my life for ever
never again
will we be together

my heart still aches
but the blood
still circulates