Bucket of Blood

Bucket of Blood

A Poem by Kat Mandu

Face cold, eyes red,
A bucket of blood poured over my head.
Drenched in retribution.
The inhibitions of a time forgotten
The ambitions of a person, rotten. 
To the core. 
He picks up his pen;
His ink is his weapon
Which many will die upon.
Flick through the thin pages,
Read a word or two,
See the prophet who never ages,
Even after he is run through. 
A spear, so sharp,
Now he is dead. 
Grab a bucket of blood, pour it over my head. 
Wet with scarlet fluid,
I walk onwards.
People watch, 
Buckets hover above their heads,
Waiting to fall,
Should it be said. 
Unbeliever, heathen, witch,
Deceiver, god-fearing, b***h. 
A woman weeps and points at me;
How can she look right through and see?
See my doubtful, bleeding heart,
Dying before I even start. 
A false existence, 
My warrant is read.
The bucket of blood falls onto my head.
Footprints the colour of poppies.
Controversy in a flower, 
While those who hold the power cower.
Fifty points struck off the board, 
A bad beginning,
But I won't bow to your lord. 
I won't ask for help and luck, 
I don't want a Narcissus who gives no f**k.
I want to make my greatness,
And I won't apologise for its lateness.
I am doomed,
One of the fateless. 
So without a destiny I run,
Alone and into the night.
I will brave my fears with all my might.
And when all is done,
And all is said,
The bucket of blood pours over my head.
All the promises I met, 
Now the faithless fool lays down to rest,
Never knowing what is best.
The blood drips from my body, 
Awake and alive. 
The bucket is empty,
I live, not survive. 







 

© 2016 Kat Mandu


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Hard, direct and truthful poetry. My favorite kind.
"The bucket of blood pours over my head.
All the promises I met,
Now the faithless fool lays down to rest,
Never knowing what is best."
The above lines were my favorite. A bucket of blood. To swim in blood and hate. Sometime needed education. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kat Mandu

7 Years Ago

Thanks :) I had fun with this one so I'm glad someone appreciates it.
Coyote Poetry

7 Years Ago

You did well and you are welcome.



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Hard, direct and truthful poetry. My favorite kind.
"The bucket of blood pours over my head.
All the promises I met,
Now the faithless fool lays down to rest,
Never knowing what is best."
The above lines were my favorite. A bucket of blood. To swim in blood and hate. Sometime needed education. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kat Mandu

7 Years Ago

Thanks :) I had fun with this one so I'm glad someone appreciates it.
Coyote Poetry

7 Years Ago

You did well and you are welcome.

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Added on December 22, 2016
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Kat Mandu
Kat Mandu

Portsmouth, Hampshire, United Kingdom



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