Cut my hand
Fascinated
As blood flowed
Minutes
I watched
Transfixed
Flowing down
Swirling
Dropping
They say a soul weighs 21 grams
Wondering
How much I lost?
Wondering
What is left?
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1 comment:
this is a truly amazing poem. So honest and real.
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