Sometimes
I bleed
wishing for release
from this life of woe
which never seems to
cease
Sometimes
I need
something made for me to appease
the hatred and pain
so inherent in our
breed
Sometimes
I see
through this haze with ease
the sickness that claims us all
mankind the very
desease
Sometimes
I weep
my heart worn upon my sleeve
visible to all as I silently
sit and within myslef
grieve
Sometimes
I sleep
when chance comes to dream
flashing lucid images imagined
a cure almost
seen
Because....
Sometimes
I bleed
the sinners bleed
called into existence
by mans desire and very
need
Sometimes
I bleed
the sinners bleed
masked in religion
soaked in deception and
greed
© Mark A. Napier