My cuts never close
My wounds never heal
Blood stains on my clothes
Losing appeal
My blood flowing the wrong direction
This causes my heart to tie in a knot
This infection
Causes my blood to clot
My skin turning cold
To asphyxiation I can't breathe
I need someone to hold
At the end I am still underneath
Your wing
At the end of the day
You are my king
But I don't know what to say
What to think
Who to tell
What to drink
I am not well
My throat starts to close
When will I go
God only knows
My cancer starts to grow
But we don't need earthly treasures
When in the end
Your pleasures
Are in this friend
This friend whose cuts he closes
Guides our heart
His air smells as roses
From the start
My cuts never close
My wounds never heal
Blood stains on my clothes
I lost appeal
YOU ARE READING
My Old Poems (2011)
PoetryJust a compilation of the poems that I wrote in 2011 on my Ipod. I wrote these poems at the time to try and lift my spirit, I knew I needed it then. Enjoy. Become a fan on Facebook if you like it. http://www.facebook.com/Johnhicksbooks :)
