It's still and calm
Patiently waiting under your palm.
It's dark, black blood.
It wishes to break from your restraint
And start a flood.
And truth be told it completely would.
It's dark, black blood.
The blood deep within that you will never let Bleed out.
The blood deep within you that no one else Knows about.
It hasn't flown for years.
It's dark, black blood.
If only others knew the power it does hold
Its pain always shown, never told.
Yet you've never seen it.
It's dark, black blood.
And it's inside everyone
Patiently waiting for it's time to run.
Streak down your cheek,
On a day dreary and bleek.
Erupt from underneath,
Rush between your teeth.
Yet it never will.
It's too dangerous for each of us
To ever let it spill.
It's dark, black blood.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
It's still and calm
Patiently waiting under your palm.
It's dark, black blood.
It wishes to break from your restraint
And start a flood.
And truth be told it completely would.
It's dark, black blood.
The blood deep within that you will never let Bleed out.
The blood deep within you that no one else Knows about.
It hasn't flown for years.
It's dark, black blood.
If only others knew the power it does hold
Its pain always shown, never told.
Yet you've never seen it.
It's dark, black blood.
And it's inside everyone
Patiently waiting for it's time to run.
Streak down your cheek,
On a day dreary and bleek.
Erupt from underneath,
Rush between your teeth.
Yet it never will.
It's too dangerous for each of us
To ever let it spill.
It's dark, black blood.
Poem about our deep pains that no one knows about but ourselves