A Bleeding Heart

“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