SHE WAS LEFT BLEEDING

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Her words
were honest
and true
for she wrote
about the things
she knew
the best,

herself 

Bleeding Ocean

In the dark, I’m swimming underwater
Searching for a teardrop in the water
I can feel your shadow over me
I can hear your whisper in my ear
The ocean is bleeding, it’s taking me down

What We Want Most

Revel in the scars

still bleeding out for attention:

Begging for mercy to no one,

our voices echo as empty seashells

lapping at our tormenters’ feet.

It’s Alright, Ma (It’s Only Bleeding)

In the infancy
of a paper mâché sunset,
your parents shuttered
the horizon,
so that the sun could shed
its skin alone.

But while you let him
panic in peace
after she left,
until he forgot
how desolate you felt;

Long Life ? not for me.

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The ground lies frozen like your heart.

My loves lies bleeding your cruel words wrenched it apart.

A blood red stain spreads fed by my tears

Shed silently watering the growth of my fears.

Sharp new icicles tinged in red look so pretty

Belying their hard hearts, mean and bereft of pity.

My hand is frozen like your heart. My fingers

Are lifeless like the dark barren trees.