I am the breath that bleeds.I no longer thirst, for my sorrow feeds on the needs of a stricken heart.
On this road I have no shadow.
Living in loss I've lost the need, yet still I bleed.
I concede
Not to sorrow but to the breath.
Not to the stricken heart but to the blood.
Not to the road but to the shadow.
- Author: Turtle (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 3rd, 2017 01:15
- Comment from author about the poem: In our journey through life we often concede to our broken pieces.we become that which shatters what we were.I will not concede to my afflictions though I will adhere to the blood that covers me it will not rrdefine me.
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