I Bleed

The voices scatter

Talking to city streets

Saying words that don’t matter

Talking to the crowd inside

While a racing heart beats

Left alone with a mind that remembers

Writing words with a pen that scribbles madness

In a book that clutters thoughts left alone

Smoke settles in a dim lit room

If I could start again

I wouldn’t let the blood hit the page

I wouldn’t let the blood hit the floor

I would not bleed

The ground twelve stories down buries the noise

The window carries my voice

To a God I just can’t hear

To a place that is not near

To a fire lit with all my fear

For I am here

And I bleed

While I stand