Slit Wrists And Barbed Wire.

It’s a mad world.
The world won’t hear.
The blood will fall,
It didn’t happen if no one knows.
It’s in the sight and in the veins.
There’s a fire coming.
Flesh rotting,bones decay,
I’d ask you to stay but,
You’re a ghost now.
I loved you and you me,
The world said it wasn’t enough.
Then there was nothing left to say.


One thought on “Slit Wrists And Barbed Wire.

  1. Wow, incredible poem. Your words cut straight to my core. I’m excited to explore your blog and look forward to following you as your journey unfolds here. Peace and be very blessed. Michele

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