bleed not out which is what many do
just trickle
down my leg my arm
i guess I have no courage left
to just say that's it
i bleed slow
in small rivulets
like asking for acceptance
for the small crowd the
hero
or heroine to fly in
and save what's left
but it isn't happening
I lick my wounds
and go back
to another
false hope another
dream
make my floor catch
the drips