I bathe myself in a pool of blood,
seeking shelter from those who dare destroy my peace.
Calluses all over my hands,
But there's nothing I can't fix,
In the same way it is believed the hair on my head is my own.
I’m just a mere old lady,
With the appetite of five men,
the entitlement of a criminal with nothing to lose,
and the everlasting rage the devil would recognize from miles away.
Leave me in peace as I bathe in this pool of blood.
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Author:
The Indignant Poetess (
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- Comment from author about the poem: People who demand peace while refusing to confront the bad things they've done in life are always laying in a pool of blood.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
This poem carries with it an aura of poetic feel. I love your lines
( I’m just a mere old lady,
With the appetite of five men,
the entitlement of a criminal with nothing to lose,)
Nicely done and a fave
In order to have true peace all issues have to be confronted, some wonderful lines in this write, enjoyed the read
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