A Bleeding Heart
Posted by arthenn on March 24, 2008
“A Bleeding Heart”
Thoughts of life and death
The beginning, the end
When does life really begin?
The air he breathes
The light he see
Enters his eyes
Ink flows through his veins
Never having to dip
The tip of his pen
Flowing off the quill
Feather turning
Scarlet red
Blood stained blots
Run down his cheeks
Cleansed by that of a tear
The tear of a true hearted soul
Looking up to his creator
Asking for forgiveness
Cleansing the words of sorrow
Which lived in his heart
A bleeding heart
Living through the movement
Of his hand
Poetry in motion
Bringing the death of ones soul
To life
Letting
God
Guide his hand
© Arthur Henn 2008
