Find Or Be Bled

Find Or Be Bled short poem

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The secrets of life are a sight in your head,
Look much closer and your eyes will bleed crimson red.
I’m going to see the fallen angel just to hear what he said.
I look into his soul and he forgives all when you are dead.

Remember the child you were and see
the past and the future is the path that you tread;
Dare to do the things that your child told you
or you’ll never have a chance to go where it led.
I have told you how to get there,
now the choice is yours;
Either be a sheep all your life, or become the wolf
and taste that which bled.

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Peter Kiggin

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I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
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Saurin Desai

very interesting thought Peter, nice read…

a counter thought… can one not be both or nothing? 🙂


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