Rivers Of Blood

Rivers Of Blood short poem

The more times passes

The more things remain unchanged

The worse the hurt festers

More miserable the loneliness

I stand alone

A bare tree in a ravaged desert plain

Fleeting images of rain raising hope

But in the end only mirages remain

Many ask why

I ask why not?

For in what way have the angels kept

The love in this heart alive?

When the angels come to call, I will have their blood

For I know not their love

Nor do I know their comradeship

All that is faced is their pun

Intended

Too many moons have been spent in wait

Too many tests endured

This spirit, this spark saved in vain hope

For a brighter day, for true love

No more

There shall be only blood now

There shall be none else but blood

Rivers of blood shall flow

From this wounded heart

Rivers of blood shall flow

To kill, to maim, to drown and banish

To extinguish into nothingness

And smother this emptiness of my soul

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Wannabe poet/philosopher, compulsive writer, connoisseur of English writing and all things beautiful, idealist, habitual trekker, love the wild outdoors and animals, fanatic for fitness, absolutely passionate about horses. On the other hand I am variously sentimental, naieve, an ingenuous ignoramus, an eternal romantic and an idealist who doesn't know where he's going but I'm hoping I'm on the way...
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