You cut another
Open vein
Until you bleed
Yourself-
Like a switch
Blade knife sharp
And ready to swing-
Like a well-
Where anything
Falls in-
Things keep falling
In-but they
Never fill you up!
This is an excellent poem Dorsey, although it's a free verse but you made this piece sounded rhythmic and I really really enjoyed reading it. And the choice of metaphorical writing is just awesome. I write like that too most of the time =)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Falls in- Things keep falling In-but they Never fill you up! sad depiction of your subject in your poem. very original way of presentation. tony