Apr 2013
He said she'd bleed on him;
Said that everyone
Was bleeding out,
****** gestures all around.
But despite his
Drug-addled mind,
This moment of false
Clarity rung in the
Bleached hospital room.
I don't think he meant
That she was bleeding on him
The way a cut bleeds
When you take a razor to
Your arms;
He meant the bleeding hearts
The eyes of the people
The eyes of god
Welling with ****** tears
Whenever they look
Down
On him in the bed
With a pity that
Makes even my stomach turn.
Said that everyone
Was bleeding out,
****** gestures all around.
But despite his
Drug-addled mind,
This moment of false
Clarity rung in the
Bleached hospital room.
I don't think he meant
That she was bleeding on him
The way a cut bleeds
When you take a razor to
Your arms;
He meant the bleeding hearts
The eyes of the people
The eyes of god
Welling with ****** tears
Whenever they look
Down
On him in the bed
With a pity that
Makes even my stomach turn.
A friend of mine suffered some brain damage after being T-***** by a drunk driver. He was in the passenger seat; his friend, Amy, was driving and was killed on impact. When I went to visit him, he was delirious on his pain meds, and he kept saying that people were bleeding. Despite his atrophied legs, he tried to go into the hall because he thought the people out there would be bleeding. He even said his grandmother was going to bleed on him. This poem was inspired by that encounter; a sort of found poetry.
