Bleeding Artistically
Just staring at a blank page
All blank except for a blood stain
My blood!
My sweat; my tears combine
Flow thru this pen into rhythm and rhyme
And smear
The blood; the ink; the tears
Now a portrait alive with all my fears
And bring to life what I though dead
What I thought only in my head
But hey,
What is life but disappointments
And chalk-childhood dreams,
Smeared on the concret
By the rain of reality,
And the storms of crushed hearts
The hail of confusion slams against the
Ever-thinning window of security
And an innocent puppy cowers in the corner
Trying to hide form the storm…

I am the blood on the page,
And the puppy in the corner
You are the storm