Dead Letter

Over at dVerse, the prompt was to write a poem that is influenced by a certain time in your life that made you the poet you are today...



I never knew how
brightly blood could
shine until I saw it
leaking from your head
under the moonlight.


As it flowed onto the
coldness of the sidewalk,
I knew nothing in this life
would ever be the same again;


no more naiveté,

undisturbed sleep

or

safety.


The only things
to survive that night
were a giant lump 
of fear in my throat 
and tears burdened with 
so much anger and sadness, 
they didn't find their 
way to freedom till years 
later when I sat down to 

write

you a letter.



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