Time

New. Not very good

 

The day that came

Oh too soon

But something I can not deny

How I held

And pushed away

The un-denying time

The blood that urged

The pain that seeped

How it needed a way out

A tiny cut was all I needed

To throw away a life’s dream

To give away what was great

To shut up the scream

To kill the fire

Burn the ice

Hide the thunder

And drown the screams

In a tiny cut

A blood red line

The relapse that came

In unwanted time

Reviews

[Tara Jean Olson]

initially, i assumed that this wouuld not be a skillfully written poem, as it was. great work, jelly fish!