Spilt in two,
the red runs from the centre,
to form
a pool of sorrow on the floor,
this pool so full
it could burst,
unleash everything
I ever felt,
into the atmosphere
and poison the air,
to be taken in
to the lungs of the innocent,
from where it would plague
everything inside,
and then they,
would be broken too

Comments
anipani | June 18, 2009 - 09:35
Lovely write, I'm holding my breath. Reminds me how wounded the heart can be. Well done.