Life in Blood


Feeling numb as if my blood is frozen
And it has ceased to flow through the drying veins.
I cannot speak the words that rage within
The walls of my inert mind like a storm.
If I had wings to fly and if my eyes
Were not so dry, I would have tried to see
If I am still alive or dead and gone
But no, I cannot cry or fly away.
The days are brighter with a glowing sun
Yet darkness of the night is never gone
My vision seems blurry with the flying sand
Parched and ferocious like a desert storm.
I have sketched my life in blood, blue and red
But what prevailed was the rattle of the bone.

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