Hemorrhage
Carved deep within the vein.....of your blackest fears,
Are the threadings of your tangled thoughts, bleeding.
Bleeding fast, and heavy...........from the menstruation,
The purging of emptiness........befelt by me within you.
Lonliness turns to panic, when the fear of it takes form
Into manic presentations, of depression......and chaos.
Isolation of the human mind is like old, unkempt rooms;
Veils of cobwebs shrouding......the lucidity of the brain.
So if you would, take comfort, please.....in the knowing,
That my hand, be in yours....as we search for answers.
Place your wrankled mind side my warm, ilixured heart;
Let me share the weight of this cross....that bleeds you.
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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